Stormclouds Form Over My Heart

Sadness blinds me, lost while bathing in salt water,

On a precipice, precariously balancing on sanity's teeter-totter,

Socially damaged, present all that is flawed,

Desire to caress, yet all I manage is to poke and prod,

Beauty like no other, this isn't me I'm so sorry,

Just hold me, give me time to shine in this artificial safari,

Wonderful qualities, all of which tend to stay hidden,

Potential a feather, yet reality keeps hope bed-ridden,

Just love me a little, exhale life into what can be so close,

Ignore me when I push away, ignore the tears - I'm not this morose,

Ignore this garbage, this ridiculous prose,

My heart's embers... yet know one knows.

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