Seeking Love


I think he was porcelain

Or made of glass

With see-through eyes 

A long rib cage

Denying access

To anyone needing more 

Creating flowering trees

Only to burn them to their core

Smoke will soak up the pain

When roots are ripped 

For being born

Confusing will of want 

With destiny

Creating wet sand 

Smoothing the cracked foundation

It will never be internal

Signaling for relief 

Turning into a dirt road

Every path has a destination

There’s a beginning and an end

Some roads are for clogged commutes

Others are for discovery

A place never seen

Somehow calling your name

He was an accident

The collision forced me back into my skin

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