An enigma,
That's what you are.
As an enigmatic of the electric of your hair.
As enigmatic as those narrow slits that lead,
To that enigma of a soul that is you.
A soul of a poet, that bleeds in lyric.
Plugged in, a beat of your heart through those The earbuds.
That smile, a flash you grace me as we pass.
I want what I can't have,
And I don't know where to start.
Do you?
Please tell me you do,
Or are we just two awkward aliens that
happened to get stranded on this planet?
Have you started,
and just don't where to begin?
Is this all static, or is it just cryptic?
Am I'm just going neurotic,
Trying to figure out what to do?
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
