Stuck inside of me
like a thousand needles,
painfully sharp, small,
insignificant and painful
Words that won't come
screaming for release
begging for a moment's peace
Sweet silence never comes
Today it stings less
tomorrow, maybe more
I just don't know.
Ask me again later, or don't.
I can't tell, you see
if it hurts less today or tomorrow, or yesterday
If the needles prick less
Am I just accustomed to the pain?
Building walls around my soul
hide me from the view
shield me from the ache
Block the sweet perfume
Perhaps naked souls are not for me
Secrets must be kept, guarded
Preserve some small part
Keep it just my own
Words threaten to burst out
spill forth from my soul
To wound, to maim, they ache inside
stabbing, torturous needles
And so I dig
deeper and deeper the hole goes
filled with pain and agony
walled up a hundred miles thick
No matter the pain
the sheer nakedness of my soul
Those needles will not find you
They are for me alone
I would survive for your smile
Live for your sweet voice
Scale the wall for your sun
Please let it shine for me again
My heart and soul ache
They burn when you are near
Shower soft skin
mingled with perfume
Smooth soft skin, not mine
Eyes no longer for me
Yet I yearn .. I long...
a moment's peace
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