Sometimes I fold your soul
Inwards
and take a sip of worry
Weary of things my thoughts
can't even find
These nights
are darker than darkness
You hear eerie sounds of silence
Whispering nothingness and emptiness
These of course, are the bed bugs on my soul
Sometimes I walk out of the house
Pocket my silence and
begin talking to the wind
I whisper thoughts to air
as only she listens patiently
They say
you'll say I'm weird
You'll only love 'weird' when it's an antidote the world can't give
Anyway, what do you call life?
I hope it's not that cycle
you're living
Love taught me that life lies in
The smile of an infant
The pat of a father
The heave of a mother
I once tasted love in my mother's soup
You won't know, would you?
That life's a scam if you live it the society way
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