I watch you create emotional landscapes with just one move of your hand
I watch you erase them just as easy
Fevered
Fevered inside I feel
Scared of thoughts that remain unspoken
Touched by ones that already crawled under my skin
No, it's not a cheap poem, just some random thoughts that went with this piece. A quickie, around 2 hours. Sort of a self portrait in a way. It was a crappy day.
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