Does it speak to you?
A blue clear lamp light dancing on my frizzy hair
on a rainy night in June
A heavy touch
Bells that are ringing and you cannot hear them
You cannot hear the words I am convincing myself you are worthy of.
That night my words were the bells you could not listen to.
That night I was the church
But I was also the sea
Speaking to you in ways you do not understand,although you say you do believe in both of them.
That night I was a star falling off of the sky's mouth
But you cannot see me,
I cannot carry your wish as a
Mother holds a baby with love
Trying to do her best for it to be okay.
And I also cannot let it go.
I cannot let go of your words.
I cannot rewrite a poem or a story and feel okay within the new one
Did it ever speak to you?
How I was always trying to be something more than I was,so you would never get bored of my sea?
YOU ARE READING
Room Full Of Ghosts
PoetryA series of poems in which I see things differently than most people.That old vintage vibe that has been inside of me forever,this is all I want to give to you.My soul aches,so I seek for poetry in everything I touch.
