You are words turned to light turned to truth
(let me rephrase that)
You're the right where I've always gone
wrong
And the way your mind finds the unspoken in
mine
makes me wish I knew how to belong.
I am tears and turmoil on the surface
(if you've grazed that)
underneath, I am wind through the trees
and your heard ought have not to compete
for the spot
books and bottles occupy on my knees.
When you read the first words I spoke
honest
( I betrayed that)
part of me dared to hope that you knew
my throes were disclosed in each line
of my prose,
every verse was a portrait of you.
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About the Creator
Ali Kerr
"If the world is cold, make it your business to build fires."
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