I felt that if I wrote how I feel
It would look as if
My heart would survive
On paper.
Until I noticed I was
Writing
In red ink --
A reminder of the investment
of my blood,
For the passion I have for people
And the sacrifice you made
For me.
I know I can physically survive
Yet
Emotionally, I'm dangerously
Under arrest
From the distress.
Eyes burn on me
With exposure
For the zeal I overly use
The storm of tears is an
Indication you want me near.
Your garment
We both agree silently
I need to touch it.
I remind myself another night
"He may look nice"
Yeah.
"But God is the man that'll show you
That you deserve to be treated right."
About the Creator
The Vivid Dreamer
Awkward to love. Quick to give. My reality is within my words. Esteemed Queen saved me. My life is a bestseller.
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