You.With all your flaws.
All your imperfections, struggles.
I envy them.
Not because they spoil you,
But because I know I'm not alone.
I have fled,fulfilled these empty sinks;
Blades sharper than a feather.
I was lost in my own skin
I was captive,triggered by the weather.
I was desperate for hands;
To extract the apprehension, misgiving
Qualm has made it's way to an attribute
To as I drown,the above is unforgiving.
Another,found in dismay.
Dreams can only roam at our stride.
So I'll carry you with these healing arms;
You've hosted this pride.
