Honestly, what are we?

A Poem by E.J. Michalec

Cryptic tongues, they intertwine
I pray your heart did follow
Whether or not it's meant to be
The thought, it crashes over me
Honest words, they suffocate
I consider it a crime
Cut the bounds
Release the sound
Before I run out of time

© 2017 E.J. Michalec

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emipoemi

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(that's what speechlessness looks like......well freaking done!!)

Posted 6 Years Ago

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E.J. Michalec

Cleveland, OH

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I'm Em. I'm 21. Poetry for me is a valve to release the multitude of pressures that come my way in life. This profile more or less has every piece I've written since I was as young as 13 and the art o.. more..

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