Sensitive to the skin of your sweetness.
A treasure worth submitting to jewel.
Crazy, obsurd is your wisdom,
but never once did I leave unmoved.
Your rabbit hole is wide and open,
rainbows flood from your mind,
I applaud the journey taken to wonderland,
but landing on glass is your fight?
One word slices your scars?
One phrase more than itches your rash?
Digging, unearthing more than a sword
has stabbed you in the back?
Wild rides have raided my wonders.
And I've wonder the sanity around white.
But does it matter whether a theory is truth?
For that theory exists and flies right?
Damaged your imagery, I suppose.
Haunted your stressed filled home.
Erase me because I am the convict?
Asumption always gets old.
I personally invite you to question
anything that troubles your path.
Perhaps I overexplain everything
and have caused such a determined blast.
Stars in your eyes?
Did a comet shoot you blind?
Twisting and tilting through this universe....wondering, once again....
where is your fight?
Selfish am I to the shatter on the floor.
Perhaps I do overlook, overlap and gallop uselessly through your door.
Seriously, what can I do?
Be sunshine to your mornings
but the final death of you?
I do that without intention.
My curiosity strikes me forward.
And then, once I understand.....
I don't tread rim around your core.
It's not me who plagues.
I am just a flip of tip.
I sit and I watch, I wait and read......