When colorful swirls on a bubble make you want to throw rubble
Don't do to mewhat I think you're doing to thee
Don't give me a burden I cannot bear.
This is what I fear.
Though fear is only a feeling
I think your soul is not healing.
For too long you held it all in,
locked up in a can of tin –
A thought is sent to rest upon thy head,
hopefully not all you see is painted the color red.
Sending my love to you
is what I try to do.
But all I can offer is a hand
to help you get back up on land,
and honestly said is what I voice.
Though I seem to make a lot of noise
All I really am
is a small, scared lamb.
You're not giving me much of a choice, I'd say
trying to wait; my body, mind and soul turn grey.
The times I feel you cry
it's impossible to reach you, 'cus I always fly so high –
Ripples on a pond
our memories travel way, way beyond
Sound wave spheres spreading out,
from mouth to heart, that's what it's all about.
Interference, constructive.
Interference, destructive.
Playful, colorful swirls
waves
on the ocean
a cutting motion.
Skin separated
because of people who are secretly hated.
Voicelessly asking for help
suppressing a painful yelp.
Peoples encouraging words,
racing away like herds.
Playful, colorful swirls
bubbles.
Poetry by Cam
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Written on 2011-02-09 at 12:17
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