Is there an underlying
Desperation
So strong
That it acts
Repellant
Laced with honey
In my voice?
Intriguing, yes.
Enough so that you come closer.
Though I admit,
I am leaning toward desperation,
I am not quite there
And never will be.
Yes, I want you to look at me,
But I want you to see me too.
To fall under the
Desperate category,
I would not be me.
I would be who you want me to be.
I am thinking its not desperation
That keeps us teetering on the edge,
But intrigue.
I am toeing the line,
Ready to jump,
Excited,
Scared,
Ready to plunge.
I cant go alone.
Will you take me?
You like the safe,
The known,
The solid ground.
I have dragged my feet
Too long in the dust.
Now I need to know
If I can touch the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem