Photo credit: Black Sheep Art by The Vivid Dreamer
I felt that if I wrote how I feel
It would look as if
My heart would survive
On paper.
Until I noticed I was
Writing
In red ink --
A reminder of the investment
of my blood,
For the passion I have for people
And the sacrifice you made
For me.
I know I can physically survive
Yet
Emotionally, I'm dangerously
Under arrest
From the distress.
Eyes burn on me
With exposure
For the zeal I overly use
The storm of tears is an
Indication you want me near.
Your garment
We both agree silently
I need to touch it.
I remind myself another night
"He may look nice"
Yeah.
"But God is the man that'll show you
That you deserve to be treated right."
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The Vivid Dreamer
Awkward to love. Quick to give. My reality is within my words. Esteemed Queen saved me. My life is a bestseller.
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