Do you
have time?
If so,
let's talk
until the sun
shouts it's rays
behind structures
of work.
How's your day?
Don't say those,
it's just
disturbances.
I want
the things
that keep you up
all night,
your belief
and theories
on aliens,
the endless galaxy,
insecurities,
the things
that shook
your body
in freight.
The lies
that made guilt
going up
in your spine,
your
twisted fantasies
that
you kept
hidden
behind
your words
that
you spit out.
It's
the bizarre talk
that inspires
me so much...
YOU ARE READING
Needing space for words
PoetryIt's sunny today, but my mind bears a heavy rainfall of sadness, anxiety, depression, and even the memories of us. I just wish you could hear me. Even if I give no reason... _______
