Do not run your waters dry in days of youth
Lonely lonely, only to a certain degree
of desires not wants coupled with insecurities.
Girl girl, voices float in multitudes
these are tumultuous currents
/do not play with boys who investigate sounds/
sounds you can’t keep- how long will you laugh nonchalant tolerate
lavish pretend the ocean is sweet
before conscience crumbles in the very hearth he raped vacant.
/never grasped the intangible laws of physics to love/
Numb numb, rivers who flow far too deep
combat silence with silence but you choke on stillness
until you realise- only you are stagnant.
Therefore, do not run your waters dry in days of youth.
writing on your feet really purges innermost thoughts. I am tired and uninspired.