Poems from mrsmocknbyrd
he human mind is quite the composition
With boundless seas of thoughts, tamed only by inhibitions--small dams, if you will
Laced with never...
An idea
Caught in the tangles of whys and what ifs
Hidden beneath a blanket of insecurities and doubt
Blooming into a possiblity of action...
Speak your words to me once more, my darling
So prim, so proper, so rehearsed
Appeasing, but unreachable
Soothing to the ears, but...
be my Ursula
reach down my throat and rip out the folds
that bind me to this constant hiding place
of insecurity and self-loathing
steal...
it's harsh
occasionally
leaving the fleeting sensation of fire
everywhere
marks left unnoticed
running a trail
only you know
but sometimes...