Would it be beautiful,
the vibrations on my skin?
Without my face, my lips, my colored eyes,
or soft-hearted vulnerability?
I've crossed you off my list,
and I've sang your face away,
but without the might to feel my youth
and be carelessly crazy,
I fall down today!
and face my vanity
without the rambunctious bursts of energy
that I can not create just for pity
and as for sanity -
my heart does the dancing for me when I just can't seem to
and a bass-like sound that isn't low enough
pulses in my brain when I've barely woken up
I don't have the time or motivation to write it down
and it only matters to me in the moment.
Just for a moment -
I could calm my roar
and idolize more than my hair
and the way that we were
but I can't even begin to - I can't - no!
Lighten my tone and unjumble my word choice
I can't use my voice - I barely have one!
and neither do you, if you're honest with me,
step back, before I breathe.
singing, and me.
Who am I to say goodbye?
Well, who are you to tell me not to?