Seriously, those were my optionsA Poem by Maia JeanThis sort of came together in my head while I sat in the shower after a long session in the sauna. I was so dizzy.The mouths of kind-hearted fools shout to me, holding my head that I might touch the grass outside of a maze with my bare feet. "It's you, you're the only one. Kind and beautiful apple of my eye shining light fire without wood bloodless heart" A hand on my mouth hides a smile as they speak of reality. The fingers of cruel adversaries press my lips, bruising my mouth that I might love all people just as they have shown love to me. "It's you, you're the only one. Welcome to the future you're hateful allow everything sorry we don't allow you" A hand on my face hides a black eye as they speak of tolerance. The vast maw of the void roars at me, filling my ears that I might be unable to stop listening to all the nothing. "It's you, you're the only one. It's all in your head you are everything you are nothing make love not sense" A hand on my forehead isn't really anything all that dramatic, it's just a gesture expressing my disdain. The hands of a lover hold my heart, completing my search that I might find satisfaction and peace in Him. "It's you, you're the only one. I love you you're wonderful let's have adventures I would do anything for you" A hand on my mouth because the words came out so quickly. © 2013 Maia JeanAuthor's Note
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