One day I'll marry a poet
And they'll kiss the palms of my hands
One day and then every other to follow
I'll be in the company of someone who understands
I'll be just another tortured artist
Who covers up their scars with words
One day I'll stop telling the story
Of who I am and how I'm hurt
One day I'll stay inside when it thunders
Inside where the warmth muffles the madness of the thoughts
I'll be in their arms and nothing else matters
And nobody'll think I'm weird or strange or speculate about what I've fought
Maybe I'll dance and it won't be pretty
Maybe I'll fall and then I'll cry
But it won't seem meaningless and I won't be confused
About what the tears were caused by
YOU ARE READING
Thickets
PoetryI need a place for poems and poem-like things now that I've made a habit out of expressing myself through poetry
