THE SHARED DISTANCE
Childlike personality
wild spirit, too young to die.
A touch of glitters, glistening each mood.
it fazes me, at how comfort,
Is based on the yolk of our lies,
Emotions bottled!
And anger-the fuel of our upbeat.
Beats, the rhythm of music.
Massive part, that serves as glue.
For the brOKen
Too alive for the feels.
Which make us so vulnerable.
In the coldness, and quietness of the darkest Nights.
We gather the whispers of our chuckles.
The sobs of the words unspoken.
Emotions too proud!-Stupid cause they Command attention.
As the vocabulary is exchanged,
A scream from the chamber of feels is heard.
At distance, but too close.
...By unicornsunflower