woman of stature
the woman of grace and disposition
I am faulty
believe me when I tell you I am

love forbidden
love in chastity
completely forge in to me
yet embedded in my whole
and woven into the meaning of myself
within myself
deceit forbade me from conquering you
and now I am forbidden from myself
and you and you

lonesome yes
in the deepest part of my seed
nurtured on every outer layer
hidden is the young infant within that weeps
sad songs that scream
take my hand
pleading
hold me

you can see with your naked eye
Im holding out my lungs to you

loneliness hasnt seen itself
till it sees so many who can full fill it
and then walks away
that is loneliness

and I walk away everyday

this white cloak gets as close
to me as you do
simple cloth fabric
simple complex human mind
they get just as close

I have lived in such a state
for 3 years
I read the old letter I wrote
and the measure of my imeasurability grew longer
to be reminded I delivered words that speak openly
to another human

woman of stature
the woman of grace and disposition

positioned only within herself

I am faulty
relieve me when I tell you I am
believe me when I tell you I am