Negative Space
When we're standing worlds apart
our world apart, hear my heart
when we're feeling worlds away
in a world of gray, hear me pray
when our thoughts are clear and quiet
intervene and shake me violent
it drives me crazy, aura goes hazy
my love buzz encircles a putrid hatred
in a rare moment I turn to face it
Negative space turned much more of use
consisting of years of self abuse
maybe my looking glass has grown obtuse
I often cry in a state of muse
at the shame of my disarray
the distance is closing
yet your a world away
Now I've grown so tired and weary
I only hope that someone hears me
if they hear me, will they understand
how tough it is to walk hand in hand
with love and hate, polar extremes
they grow together, or so it seems
they can both make for bitter screams
and be the death of finer things
leave the imagination for desire
a beam of hope to be aspired
I proudly wear my crown of thorns
for each thorn bears a lesson learned
each lesson comes with a sad story
each would not exist, if not but for me
I am not me, without my crown
and the negative space all around
that in total becomes the all seeing eye
a positive outlook on the world that's mine
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