I’m sitting here, contemplating things.

Like if I peeled the skin back, just there.

Right between the veins, Could my soul escape?

Could I do it? Set it free?

Where would it go?

Maybe for a time, hang out with me,

watch me bleed.

But then it would be gone

To go wherever free souls go,

And there I would be,

alone and cold on the floor.

And maybe in a flash my soul would come,

and shove itself back into me.

I would be saved just in time.

Maybe while she was gone she saw some miracle.

A glimpse of me and who I’m supposed to be.

Maybe with a smile upon my face,

and a blush that stains my cheeks.

And maybe my eyes are dreamy big moonbeams,

my lip caught between teeth in vigorous uncertainty.

Maybe, its the future and I have something to live for,

Maybe its more heartache and pain,

maybe its love

maybe its lust

and I am who I’m going to be

she’s in me



Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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