cumber

is it true.
that dreams do come true.
is it true,
that love will surround me,
if only my patience prevail.
is it true,
if only i honor my mentality,
i will survive.

glimpse of hopes,
popping ever here and there.
i'm a tired little soul.
too worn out to catch the hint.
crawling amongst the thorns,
i get scars,
but no antidote.

swallowing everything,
but my heart wants it to feel.
i think my heart is broken,
but i know its still intact.

where is the laxative of feelings?
can cupid spare me some?
momentarily cured,
crazily erupted.
my temperament,
my poor family.
my exhausted brain,
my idle emotions.

compelled.


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