I am harping on a soul that is claimed by another.
mixing and melting, meshing into a space that has no room for me.
simple in ways that may complicate others,
can't shake a feeling bound by imagination
tossing in covers looped in music,
everything feels like a trip made possible by acid and rainbow colored walls,
im now lost in the image of making starkissed love to a love belonging to another.
A flower already picked and dying for another.
1 comment:
wow, this ran deep for me. i know this story all to well, i was once the speaker and then the topic.
you go girl!!
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