I want to shout out in your ear
- without breaking your eardrum -
I want to tell it to every passer by
- who knows not who you are -
I want to whisper it to the dust
- that's settled on everything I have -
I want to scream it into this river
- that's fish's first person narrator -
I want to review it to the passing trains
- in iambic meter marching, a monologue of minds -
I want to claim it to the desert
- let all the cacti know -
I'm constantly falling deeper
-with every word you say -
Into you.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
I want to shout out in your ear
- without breaking your eardrum -
I want to tell it to every passer by
- who knows not who you are -
I want to whisper it to the dust
- that's settled on everything I have -
I want to scream it into this river
- that's fish's first person narrator -
I want to review it to the passing trains
- in iambic meter marching, a monologue of minds -
I want to claim it to the desert
- let all the cacti know -
I'm constantly falling deeper
-with every word you say -
Into you.
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