Tied behind your back
in a million knots- you squeeze until your knuckles are sore
they exist, they're real
Fantasizing about coming to life
draining your thoughts all day
Talking to you through your dreams at night
-you can't figure them out
yet they exist, they're real
You try to hide them from the world
it's better if you pretend
but remember they exist, they're real
Then you met me...
they are pleading with me, begging for a chance to be set free
-to be acknowledged
and through your eyes we communicate, when words are just too much
With a blink, you try to shut me out
Streaming down your face
-it has materialized itself into tears...
they exist, they're real
His eMOtions
Miss,
ReplyDeletePlease excuse my intrusion. I wanted to say how nice it was to find another poet from the Tampa area on blogspot. Mostly I wish to tell you how talented your writing is and how well you convey your message. I appreciate quality poetry.
Best Wishes,
Dean-
ReplyDeleteCheryl here. Thanks for the kind words it is much appreciated!