Erin Dawn Deneys
A thousand words.
A thousand tears.
I have spilled out for you.
A sound i now hope snakes through your veins.
I am not a solid substance to you.
But a feathered thought, whipped and freyed in the midst of a storm.
I reached but could not grab the dream.
I waited only to find myself left behind again.
If you heard me, would you see me. If you saw me, would you love me. If you loved me, would you miss me.