thats all ive ever been..
a hider, a seeker, a runner
a finder..
no judgements. but words creep through me even when these eyes are shut
dont know how to speak..
taking this voice for granted everyday, i know how to speak but im not using this voice.
i am a feeler, a thinker, an imaginer..
dreams, visions fill my mind..
lyrics this poetry takes me away..
but my hands could go on..
why cant i write what i feel.
so much expression flows through my veins..
nothing comes out real, or right.
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