my heart and my soul are inseparable you know
I cannot leave without them and when wanton for their precious ways I am still stuck at times I would prefer to be a stoic
Lover beware of me and my heavy heart like a cannon ball bound to change you to your very start
you who shines with golden eyes, living life so unpretentiously I see your desire for me
And all the other times I cried, felt my hurt as though I’d died
I’ll call out to a million pious pallid pupils of Anias
butterfly wings torn at the seams and made to be the beauty I wear them on a chain that shackles me to the Earth ever spinning around me
When the moon is full I will meet you still, open to the possiblity that there is love out there for you and me.
do you know how I lie and wait?
do you feel my intentions?
do you see my vacant gaze when I lose momentum?
All I can be is what I am
all I can be is me
thank God for every morsel of me
someone finds me fit to eat.