The Right Talk

The Cardiac Muscle to the heart
Longing for a sense of change to beat
Contracting and contract
You move me in this position of the game
Where I find it fun to play
And as the clouds fill with sorrow and each
Drop of rain is waiting to fall
The ink from my pen somehow erase it all
Spoken words unspoken
Just written to be seen but yet
When they read they still see
Its you who helps me
Shining rays from the sun to my head
I am given life
You see what you mean to me is
what everything means to everything
My darkest days, my sun shine mornings
You help to show them
And as your parents
my mind, heart, pen, paper, and life
Create each letter and word that
Makes you right,
It is then I am free
Because as you are created
My worries are now defeated
Those who attack my mind and heart
You give me expression
That let's them flee
You are what I need
When the world doesn't listen to me
You are me
With a pinch of matter and a lot of hope
You are the form of myself
That I love the most
That's why without you I am bound
I can't free my self from this
Devilish playground
You are that Cardiac Muscle to the heart
In which is me
Longing for a sense of change to beat
What you do is
Contract and contract
You move me in this position of the game
Where everything is alright

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