It's the tears brimming my eyes
The reasons I don't have
The repression
of my choice.
Your little black book
makes me wonder your story.
I want to tell you
my worlds.
And I want to tell him
my heart.
Pour out everything
that's eating me alive
and dive into the deep end.
Sink into a subtleness
away from this melancholy
tainted air.
I want to breathe peace
and exhale certainty.
Where's my light when I need one?
Can it be you?
Or am I just a lost,
soul searching
shadow stepper?
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