Rebekah Wooten

Nineteen

Seemly unseen
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Paint me on fire
Paint me my most vibrant
In orange, yellow, red
Before I give in to the sigh of the wind
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it's a floaty feeling a ceiling sort of feeling
a concealing kind of mindset
a certain way to let yourself peel away
because isn't it just easier to observe from far away?
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Maybe stars don't twinkle
Maybe I flicker
Maybe I'm why the stars blink
Like a licking flame on a lit wick
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I think maybe it's time to look up
Not down
Maybe it's time see it through
Maybe it's time to love ourselves
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My life
My soul
Desolated by the careless fools that rein
This wicked destructive world
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Leverage
It's not a staircase I have to climb
It's an elevator he pulls up by hand at the steady pace I demand
It's necessary to be to be high to be mighty
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I do not wish to be
Your best
Nor
Your worst
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What am I?
A child
A gut feeling
A woman
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Have you ever fell in love with someone's laugh?

(The way she tips her head, eyes closed, mouth open)
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I fell in love with his lips, yesterday

The way they gravitate to a
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Joyful?
More like sorrowful...
A handful
Of dreams -shredded feathers really-
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