The Flame


Scared to admit this knowing. That lives under my skin and melds with the beat of my heart.

It’s like a confused memory,
uncertain of the facts.
What really is, what isn’t.
What can be trusted, and what cannot.

Am I bat-shit crazy?
These twisted intuitive dreams.
A longing that never sleeps.
A hope that never dies.

I cry because I want to be fair.
I cry because I want the truth.
I cry because my integrity guides me, into places I fear to go.

And you
may never know.

 

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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