What I’m allowed to say

I do not know
hot to speak to my soul
but under gray misty nights
I’ll hear a roar within.
Think of women in my life
ones that whisper in dreams
ones who place fire near my heart
ones who’ll kiss me for my witty tongue
ones that never want to let go of me,
for I may fall
and my watch my feathers blaze into ash.

Nights awake crying,
crying to a love
pleading to be mine.
I know she’s there looking,
her touch known to me
yet I cry
for she’s not in my arms.

How come I’m filled with this heart
full of fuming rose petals and purple sand,
where there’s no one to share?
Stilled in the shadows
and no way to contain my heart.

– Kyle Garon


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