Too few things
Remind me that I'm human:
Yelling lines of poetry,
begging meaning
out of chaos,
finding structure
in the other.
I find my self crossed
Ready to turn
Out all right
Here I starved
For a world I could shine
Brighter than
I did not see
The beacon between you
And I
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
Too few things
Remind me that I'm human:
Yelling lines of poetry,
begging meaning
out of chaos,
finding structure
in the other.
I find my self crossed
Ready to turn
Out all right
Here I starved
For a world I could shine
Brighter than
I did not see
The beacon between you
And I
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