She a girl I know!!!

Being
Censored form amongst the covered damn of emotions, spilling into an open dream
She causes open communication beyond those that can handle the forced deemed

I make way for broken hearts that collapse with the breath of a baby and forced strength
I imagine what home is with the course of closed memories and money not yet banked

With hard to reach dreams twisting the fate of open wounds that infest my head
I reach behind my memories force my intuition and make my eyes corner the thread

I take to the data ways with coerced conclusions that run steady on emotionless thoughts
As I plunder my people and try to handle the words that flow but the conclusion of dots

Locking the brakes on a horizontal plain makes for conversation and rhetorical remains
My red positive skin feels sticky and that in open flesh with the nightmare over stains

My chair sits for me and wants steady attention as I do not just like those of my tears
I stare and wonder how she does when she does and playing with my emotions and fears

I remember not of lasting pictures burning within my head trying to be just but not dead
When she hears my voice I wonder intuitive thoughts in spiritual provocative red