And here you spread your self out
On the table for everyone to see
Because you don't care if its frown
Upon gazing at you with such heat
Like no other,
And here you lay flat on this table
With your heart bleeding and ink
That flows with no mind of where it's
Traveling,
You stop and think should you keep
going,
Vulnerability is like a sin you feel it
They want you to shut whatever
anguished, pretty or thoughtful,
Creative, and malcholy words
That you have stored in that forest
Head of yours,
And here you have spread your heart
Out tonight,
Your heart a yellow, yellow tulip
Your soul a wild flower,
And your body a hidden gem,
But you will not be hidden
This Night or hour with me.
-ashespoetry
