Made
I slide through windowed hearts.
No more room for me to hide.
Could i request a little coercion?
I’m made of steel but sometimes i feel.
I collide with the walls of my mind.
No need to hide there, he said.
But don’t you think you need comprehension?
I’m made of feathers but sometimes i fall.
I survive the desert winds every day.
I won’t put my soul in doubt anymore.
So let’s asume you are the magnanimous one.
I’m made of anger but sometimes i cry.
I perpetuate the puncturing dots.
Will it make it better to just make it stop?
Lets pretend we are not holes
because i’m made of glue but sometimes i dry.
So put a needle in this vein.
Put the serum to start this heart.
I believe you are made of stones
but i’m made of sea and sometimes i erode.
Stheno
You are reducing my bones with distractions.
You are revealing yourself, always captious.
Did i upset your mind with my over reaction?
Were you interested before my recreation?
Should i let you grow without interaction?
You are not a seed.
Not a tree.
Not a sprout.
What are you?
Am i obsessed?
Am i confused?
Am i suppressed?
Am i diffuse?
Are you profuse?
