Feeling Forgranted

Do me like my name is music

Treat me like I am your music or muses to poetry yet to be created

Though physically isolated and mentally shaken

Still tethered and anchored 

Patiently awaiting the weight lift

Slow acceleration 

Defying laws of physics 

Immense gravitation

I'll always hold you down

Even in places I'd never want to be

Fuck diamond jewelry, you owe me planets

Venus, Jupiter, and Saturn

We're artist, you know I'm not materialistic

Attempts at painting a vision

You need to overstand 

I love you more than each grain of sand

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