I said I was done
In my dreams to you
It took everything
In me to get it out

I yelled
But I barely had any
Voice left to express
A chord less shout

Still I heard myself say

Let whatever
Makes you dark and dull
Be gone

Even if people criticize you
And say that you are wrong


I was right about you
Perhaps you were wrong about me
We cannot love
What we resent

How many pieces
Can I fall apart into

Enough to love you with my dear

How many teachings
Can I open my mind to

Enough to grow with you my dear

Why do we have to
Pull away to be seen?
What does the word
Comparison mean

To you?

There is something
About the way
That you look
At me

With such beauty
And intensity
It makes me want to
say my words differently
To you-

Why does it seem
That all the upset
Is just useless

Bootless is the journey
Walked in barren dreams
It’s fruitless to be
Futile when we can be

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com - Tea Maker & Owner of goldenlungtea.com - Hair & Music at Geinos.com