Where words of praise,
pierced the air you stayed
like bird songs,
on rare sunny days,
you were a storm cloud.
In shrouded deep-forest caves,
Filled with fairies,
and witchcraft,
and the thin veneer of childhood,
you were the boulder blocking my way.
In a wild symphonic cacophony,
where I was surronded,
comforted,
by that blanket of sound
You were ever-present grey cloud
where the silver lining pressed into
my throat.
You are the reason I
get so attached,
like a leech.
You are the reason I
can't stand people
yelling.
You are the reason I
learned how to hide
in plain sight,
for I was so
so
scared
that you'd find me.
I know you love me.
And I'm sorry.
For never deserving it.
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Stumble Through Life
PoetryPoetry Collection(Original): There are infinite homes out there, for all of us, under the shimmering stars in the roar of the night, or the dark solace of the shadows on the sun, and everything in between. And may I only hope that my words could bec...
