You disliked
to read and
hear the words
flowing from
my heart,
yet you just said
you loved me.
You don't like
what comes
out of me,
because it affects
you like wine.
But you claimed
I'm the world
to you and
love me as
yourself but you
never listened
to my soul.
Among those
who disliked,
and never
liked a prophet,
i count you
in their number.
My words pierced
the soul and
sing songs to your
spirit and your
heart trembled.
You are afraid
of what my words
will do to your mind.
You are scared
to be in love
with me and
my words.
You are so
flipped out and
can't show your
vulnerability.
You are so
annoyingly sensitive,
you can't feel
and love deeply.
Do not worry
about it,
i understand everything,
perfectly.
My poetry is
like a soothing
sound heard in
the middle of
the forest,
the flute of
the soul to
bring solace to
your tired body,
the muse of
the spirit to
comfort you.
Understand me
but don't struggle
with yourself,
i beg of you.
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