i cant explain this feeling
that has planted itself inside me
and presists to grow.
not careing
about the lack of sunlight.
and it has flooded
over three times, well over.
causeing me to blurt out my feelings.
incoherent noise spilled out
in this empty airway of thought.
thought made into sound.
made into broken language.
that i beg you to understand.
just know its worth it.
give me the word
that has perched itself
on the tip of my tounge.
the word that refuses
to come to me.
the persistant word
that causes me to
think of nothing but it.
and please tell me the
word is you.
because lately
thats all that comes to mind.
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