You can only be what your arms can reach: Reality.
Hopes and dreams of the thickest fiction and strongest diction,
they don’t mean a thing out on the everyday corners,
the havenless city streets of a meet and greet culture,
under a distracting nighttime light display, burning both ends.
Keep your boots planted firm on mother earth,
Nature’s harmonious discourse keeping you grounded,
Mind in tune with the melody of the inside out.
Precious and so illustrious, a daylight gleam on ivory,
Like the sweet voiced displeasure of wanting and not having:
An uncanny serenity, its something Ive needed ever since I breathed her air.
I never could forget her.
Embraced inequality, its life, and we live it every day:
Faceless, but so tastefully R-rated that I couldn’t look away.
Too tired to go another night without you stapled to my side,
Take my heart, and carve out a special place for me next to you,
Above the ribs, a small nip tuck behind your chest cavity of altruistic intentions.
I’ll sit idly by, while you tug the strings and play your games with me,
Because in the end, eyes closed, so dreamily, I can only think of you.
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Submission Name: She Was My Runaway
