I Wait and seek for my words
as they come not easily I’m afraid to show
you my pain within.
To whittle and linger,
I wait for the time of right
as they feel like thoughts of sin.
My precious desire of beauty
I prolong thee as I’m a misfit
whom is terrified so easily thin.
For I have been,
to believe from the begin,
there should not be these words under my skin.
To hear while I wait I seek not for my enemy
as they enclose my soul
they reach for my mind, but to only be known for when.