I hear voices in my head telling me to write
and the words are lingering between my head and the hand️ on my right.
The thirst of my heart can’t be obeyed by drinking Sprite,
Only the smile from the one who makes my pulse go higher than a kite.
No words can explain how I feel
but for you I choose to kneel.
For I am sometimes as hard as railway steel
tor my green eyes can’t see all.
I wish you could wear my shoes
so you can feel what’s felt by my toes.
The blazing heat embedded in every heartbeat
when I feel like I’m dislodged from my own seat.
Your silence is more like the wake of a storm,
it’s confusing like a cop without a uniform.
I’m feeling jealous and insecure.