#WritcoPoemPrompt57
It's also nice to listen to the sound of the waves every spring,
Especially when our hearts are drenched with stings,
Strange as it can be when you cling,
Now I know why you flap your wings,
I listen to the chatter my quiet soul.
The depth of my feelings as I grow old
and cling to the touch that I still hold.

Don't want me to lose what's in my soul
for that in which you want to know.
I realize There's nothing wrong with me
that is there's nothing right for me,
I move out of the way and never get mad
I move to satisfy your want to have.

Don't ask me not to feel the love I have
cause its not what you want feel.
Don't ask me to dumb down that I feel
for that you don't and
don't say I'm cold because I didn't get mad.
The change is not mine it's yours you see
because nothing truly is wrong with me
it's just nothing yet is right for me.


© Young