Blank
"Damn, blank has really got a hold on you."
don't look at blank
right now doesn't need blank
blank holds you back but you think
you're the broken thing
because blank won't let you figure out flying
you don't need blank but you
love to feel like you do
and you hate yourself for feeling that too
damn blank has really got a hold on you
you wear wants for blank
behind your stare
perhaps it's not only blank but space
in your soul in need of some care
don't let blank make you
forget who you're meant to be
without blank you are magic but
blank insists you're just a body
only blank is driving
hold onto yourself in moments
blank calls expecting tribute
you're always more than what you feel
blank is supposed to complete
Copyright © 2018, Kira Stevens
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