you could be me

I think I’ll be a story,

scored by a melody

moving and gentle

wild with rhythm

bellowing at the moon.

Eyes will be following,

as I skip down every street

gilded with daisies

tarnished and crumbling

slowing my step

to pause

as I sob with every tear

and let the storms tear apart

all the fragments of sorrow

to clear a path through.

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You are the stranger

walking by

flipping channels

through my tale

and others’.

Throw your jests and your jeers.

For you are not my audience.

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I think I’ll be a story

every dream, an urgent whisper

an iridescent mist of words

taking shape into something real.

Ears will be listening

as I act

react

revolt.

My voice will be heard

by the small

but never weak

and their atomic collisions.

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I think I’ll be a story,

for you could be me;

and I’ll try to be a story,

one you’d like to be.

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to my little girl