Pillows are poor substitutions
for body warmth. Tissues, an inadequate
replacement for fingers. I have dreams
instead of a reality, I view a picture
instead of your being. I want to say
I love you but I am committed to fear
and married to distrust. This, an arranged
marriage society has matched for the women
of lengthy stature; as if to say that emotion
must divorce the ambitious ones. Watch
as I crumble into a state of stability. Observe
me stand on my own two feet. I will not cry
for you, but the hours of eight to five will
be my companion, the shoulder I lean on.
Never see this vulnerability of simply
wanting to share the moments of my strength
and show the deepness of my weakness.
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