words, these sensical things and sounds and thoughts
lips forming to these words as if forming a bubble
a real word bubble.
molding and stretching these thoughts, careful never to break it as its forming
and these ideas float and float
sometimes forever unheard, unseen
some purposefully left hidden, shielded away from eyes and ears, left to wither and fade with only the memory left to lose
some wanted to be seen, to be heard, yet no one caring for them
some only shared with one, or two
a shout to myself yet a whisper to a crowd
only the closest perceiving these,
perceiving me.
YOU ARE READING
"you died!"
Poetryand the world said, i love you, because you are love (or, poems from blank.) (proceed with caution: contains heavy topics)
