Versatile eyelashes flutter, confusing my veins.
Your thoughts eat away at me, my body loudly complains.
Nothing is what it seems, living with fingers crossed.
It's easy to fumble through the pages and end up painfully lost.
My mind works overtime, attempting to smooth this out,
Confusion leaks from me, I'm still not used to this lack of doubt.
It's been such a long time since the soil has felt fresh,
Wondering what it would be like to step out of this flesh.
Hushed conversations and soaring smiles,
Wishing to dust away with a brush these unwanted miles.
But the feeling of helplessness is something I cannot overcome.
Stuck to the bottom of my shoe, like a child's unwanted gum.
Optimism is bright- an idea I've yet to fully get used to,
But somehow I feel you're worthy of pursuit.
"Nothing is what it seems, living with fingers crossed. It easy to fumble through the pages and end up painfully lost."
The thing about your poetry is that it is just so resonant with me and I'm sure with plenty of other people. It's not so stuck in it's shell like mine. You have the ability, If you wanted to write abstract free verse you very well could, but you would lose the unique warmth in your writing that makes it so great. Your poetry makes people feel good, whereas mine just leaves them schratching their heads haha.