I get drawn to these dotted lines that cross my words out. Puzzling my thoughts as I try to sort out this maze of my heart.
Blended in waves of desires. My words spill on the ground full of things to say, but afraid to let the street know.
Whispering through dark alleys, I stand aboard the land of giants. Tearing up a mountain to highlight at the peak the truth of my heart.
Unspoken of, but shown in actions of skipping heartbeats drumming the tempo hard. Like a suspense scene upon the script.
I humbly request if you could read me too. I am a beginner, not a month yet here. If at all I could be guided through my mistakes, I greatly would be grateful.
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