patters down and swirls into my sentiments.
for a heart to be loved it must be recognized.
invisibility is only a gift in the movies.
nowhere in history can you find
an invisible man who was recognized
for although they count it as strength
it is their ever consuming weakness.
and my sentiments are being stuffed in my heart
so deep i think the bottom might fall out and
spill all over my insides. a beautiful tragedy.
for i am void and find no location to express
the things i think that could rattle the
foundations of my own thoughts.
where art and humanity collide
finds a girl who is deeply involved in her mind
someone who can't pretend like the tempest
is non existent, for it is altogether consumption
i must find a way to express these longings
before i explode into a million pieces
and in my desperation to be something more,
start using each piece for another clever catch phrase
there has to be a way i can get this out
to find the freedom that i seek inside my mind
it isn't a bondage, it's volunteer captivity
but still, there is a price to be paid
my heart must be worn inside out.
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