Grin at the fact that this page is my shrine.


Where I write what I feel,

It's more than surreal.


It's fact. Written down just like that.

With the snap of my fingers.

Does the impact linger?

What do you feel...


As these words steal--

The very attention of your eyes

Any other thing it once held;

Now it see's its own demise.


The words overflow

Drip from the tip of my pen.

The meanings and each feeling

I yearn for you to understand it dearly.


And if you get nothing more than a laugh...

That's okay.


Maybe some other day

The expressions will affect you

In a much bigger way.

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