How can I tell you my thoughts
When I’m thinking in feelings?
How can I tell you my feelings
When they exist in your hands?
We reached out into empty space
And found each other
Choices that we made
The bricks on our walls
We became the ladder
We’ve climbed in haste
Flying on from them
This restless hope
You finally use
And you see my heart
is willing
And you see my eyes
Are resting
Upon a face not yet familiar
Sleeplessly enfolding
Upon a whisker thin screen
Nearing close to you
And when you hold me
I feel the safety of numbers
Gold rushes in my veins
And I repeat
How can I tell you my thoughts
When I’m thinking in feelings?
How can I tell you my feelings
When they exist in your hands?
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Soft Duckie
Poet and artist living with my two dogs in Arizona. You can find my work on https://www.redbubble.com/people/fisheisley?asc=u.
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