Her Words...
Her words,
Like Hot stones,
Pressing and burning,
Yet, weighted and soothing.
She speaks a plethora of thoughts,
But hides the ones I seek.
I revel in her vocal embrace,
Hoping to one day,
One fateful day,
Be entirely set free in her mind.
Not to toy with,
As many others have,
But to help build stronger walls,
So that the only souls,
Who would have access,
To that world,
So precious and fragile,
Yet eclectic and serene,
Will be Her… And Me.
