Passions grow up wild
Like a raging typhoon
Inflating my skin
A turgid balloon
At its last stretch
Straining with the load
Of years of control
Ready to explode
With words unsaid
Feelings untamed
Dreams like dry tinder
Almost inflamed
Songs that lack lyrics
Dances without tunes
Darkness so thick
It swallows up the moon.
When I will shatter
In a shower of light
Dust of my sorrows
And crumbs of delight
Blended with scraps
Of my story untold
Will you gather me to you
As I slowly unfold?
Will you stand below me
As I drench you through
Let the drops of my insides
Spark your fire anew!
MS
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