Broken and torn and confused and upset
So many layers almost dying to get out
The shapes do not seem to match with their lines
Damaged dreams create foggy tries
Scratching the surface to find meaning inside
Your body is bruised and sore as you try
You feel so much that your skin may explode
And, yet looking around, you feel so alone
Your eyes are haunted by wisps and clouds
of images that you held and then that went out
You question their existence as you look for your own
It is no wonder as you look that you feel so alone
About Me
- Jenna
- I am a Lover. I love people. I adore the possibilities that love affords us and the paths it opens to us.
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EXTROVERT
Looking and seeking, intimates aside
To many others trying to get by
The images do not seem to match the master's copy
Thoughts are our reality, casting shadows about
What is a connection? Where is it found?
How to stay close, when threats abound?
We think we find clarity, we hope we have hope.
We look for each other, thinking calm is remote.
We are taught to doubt, by all we have known.
Our fears are based on the dreams we have sewn.
At night our terrors come full force;
When awake we sooth ourselves with ideas of safe.
Indeed it's no wonder, that we fill so alone.
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