I’m falling into wordless whispers
Rap and pop filled nights
Paint a picture behind these bridges
Behind the words of these writes
I’m angered, I’m restless
In the pursuit of the passion
For these words there is no detour
This endless highway I will forever traverse
In these words, they can’t get to me
Stand behind these bars like a criminal
Yet freed from their boring ways, so cyclical
Long eyelashes and red lips kiss my fingers
Rushing her vulva over my face, so ethereal
Taking me somewhere I never wanted to go
But was always meant to be
The songs of night are the voice calling to me
And I leave them on speed dial
When I’m pushing a broom, cleaning my room
Or up late studying for that Math test
My mind’s racing, it’s always wild
And when I’m supposed to be listening
I’m thinking of words to write, a separate file
Where I store the very honest bits of me
Find them here
And learn how I came to be
I don’t talk much, but I write too little
I can always add another verse
Another stanza
Because without words
Who am I
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