When you emptied yourself inside because things outside made you cried. When your sacred self startled shattered to stutter without flutter.
When no one hear this mumble yet fumble and tumbled to hear me as troubled, but why instead themselves wanting to become more humble.
Who is everyone that added anything and everything to my voice; screaming stopped, yet heartbeat ignition, and grumbling papers with and without written symbolism.
I needed you to be here with the gem of treasure and filled with muse of your soothe and yet I waited to hear your amused with joy and listened to this delighted sadness of how really isn’t something to be amused or nor abused.
Wanting to wait for the return of the u-turns, so I became emblems of I said I’m sorry but it was actually an reoccur of it not being the chance to say that was my own turn.
Tears, aches, and screams didn’t swivel, its shriveled. Yet, the eyes of the stars dreamt of awakening beaming bright, and if so it's beneath dimming the lower lights.