Don’t hold me back, or dare to slow;
why should I walk when all I want
is to be free of chains, and throw
each part of me at walls to see
if something sticks, and patterns show,
depicting just how fast to go,
or bleed in streaks – the colours speak
to what I must already know;
I cannot tell what love I seek,
but I shan’t enter soft nor weak.

Please leave feedback

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s