Sep 04, 2006 16:27
I bear my soul with too much ease.
I sing the world my heart.
And when my words fly to the clouds,
I do not feel unbound.
I do not want them all to know
What makes this heartache tick
Or when love greets and flees my mind
Or why I meet the ground.
Yet silence`d my lips not stay.
My tongue, a burning spark
Gains wind erupting from my lungs
And my secrets resound.
I am that which I cannot stop,
even if I wanted.
No, I am me.
You will hear me out.
I won't be what you want anymore.
It hurts to deny,
so deny I will not.
I will be ex
act
ly
what
I
want.
And yet the me I long to be
Will never make a sound.
poetry