Empty are you when you can no longer dream, ( I should know.) I may not be whole. Something's come to a end when you forget your playing pretend. I didn't look forward," I looked back". So much I tossed away because of my shame. I can feel it like a storm starting in the deepest part of what maybe my soul.
I'm not seen but I know that I can be heard. Stuck in place with only words that are passing through my mind, staying only for a moment before I forget. I never catch them all. I lose them in my confusion.
Writing them down delay a moment of missed words that were never heard because I start to forget. Still I should try because these word connect me to life.
I'm not like anyone, I don't dream I only know what I see.
My words are the only thing that's grounding me.
These words are only heard because of what I see I have nothing that describes me.
What I write a take from your life it's what I'm shown, I just write it in a poem.
Words can be sweet, kind and loving. If I choose, I can see right though you. I notice your joy or your pain, your facade is not to blame. It's mine to explain back to you, if lost or just need help to feel something that doesn't feel real.
I'm called a poet by you, I call you my muse. The proof of my existence. Your joy, love, sorrow and pain brings me closer to understanding that life has meaning. I truly trust your feelings, with out them I couldn't say, beautiful is a life that is yours. Smile, play, feel your joy, love then love even more. Cry, if you should feel pain you'll never carry shame. I'll be here to explain it to you. Your the beauty that is beautiful in life. I write what I see, you're life, my muse, my truth, my meaning, my only way I can understand what it maybe like to dream. I'm your reflection put in words. I do always see you, magnificently perfect is how you explain yourself to me..

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