This is not all of me
Here you’ll find pieces
Fragments of what makes me
Ideas of who I think I am
Dreams of who I’d love to become
Fears of what I could’ve been
This is not all of me
Here you’ll find letters
Words that fill my head and meet the screen
Never make it out loud
Truth is, I wouldn’t want to hear them
They’re not meant to be heard
Not meant to be spoken
This is not all of me nor you nor us
This is only meant for our eyes
Spiders, troubles, randomness
All that fills our soul
And spills out on the keyboard
But never makes it passed our lips
For it would loose its meaning
Its magic
That brings us together
This is not all
How very very true. Excellent job.
thank you 🙂 it’s a familiar theme this week…
Yes it is. I got some emails from a couple of jackasses that inspired me today.
I am entranced with the idea of the spiders of our souls.