my gaze looks up
he's here
but so is my fear
my boys gives him a swift punch to the face
and my nightmare is gone
without a trace
he scares them off
his expression still soft
"go bury me into the ground" i cry
"shut up" he says
"what, you don't want me dead?"
"of course not, why would you think that"
"sorry, anxiety" oh drat
i close my eyes
i've scared him off
but to my surprise
he still looks at me soft
he doesn't run
he's not athletic
he stays
even though i'm pathetic
he gets a lil grumpy
but hey
i'm usually slumpy
sorry
i'm not good at love songs
shit
this is coming out all wrong
he doesn't care
i'd follow him anywhere
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Mind Heart Soul
PoetryWhat goes on in my mind. What I feel in my heart. What I experience with my soul.
