Trying to find the words buried in my mind Can't think of a beat to let poetry glide Music flows on wind, elusive, ethereal, Smoke through the neuron fingertips of my mind Hit the deck, push me up let the blood flow Stop the thinking focus on doing Don't force it There it is That painting nonexistant the portrait never finished The void between spaces my muse made real Her small, kind eyes and thin, sincere smile We've never met, you and I, yet I know you live on I want to know you live with no one else Not anticipating no regrets Just alive So I live, you in mind, and not I make me who I wish and maybe we'll meet My only hope is it won't be another dream
"You can never escape me... Nothing harms me. But I know pain. I know pain. Sometimes I share it with someone like you..."
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