Am I just an empty mountain to you
A hole that you enter without risks
But I allow it
I try to numb the cracks in my cave
Calling you a useless traveler
Nothing more
Just useless
You traveler
But I don't feel the same when you explore other mountains
Cross other rivers
Smiling at a view that isn't me
You see it whenever you like
But not I
I ask the wolves to howl for you
Plead the winds to blow you my way
I can only receive your presence when I beg
When did I become so hollow
What was I before you brought your tools to my promise land
I ask but you tell me what I want to hear
Not what I fear to be true
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About the Creator
Queen Jordan
A catapillar surrounded by butterflies
•with patience my true beauty will show•
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