I Know
I travel through the mind of those
But, especially, that mind.
That head of desperate wonder is swaying from side to side like neighborhood,
power-line shoes.
A heart breaking harder than elementary-school rules.
Excited depression is what my nostrils and chest sense. I see the blues.
A child that’s scared of transformation and modification.
Please, catch yourself before you fall.
Because I can see you too hanging , from that power-line.
Crying and dying.
That’s what I call head over heels.
Hang-overs and unsatisfaction from love is exactly what she feels.
Dead emotions are revived over and over again until they are killed.
Don’t you just wish to be officially official and once, just once.
Become sealed.
Cuts, bruises, and seals are unable to become peeled and healed.
Because what used to protect is being dilapidated and drilled.
Take your guard off and let me heal.
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