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Untamed.

Selfish thoughts gather like mist
around the mountain of my heart;
teem like insects - the great black nest of my head
a hundred thousand hurrying legs of dread

why not, Michelle?
why can't we be together?
will I be alone, Michelle?
will it be forever?

Let go, Michelle...
Just let go.
This the best thing to do for myself, I know, I know.
(but the best thing, the best thing is love...
- that's done with, that's done with
just a thought for your subconscious mind to have fun with)

It's a pilgrimage to limbo all morning;
the thorns have reached my crown
hung from a rope
six feet between my head
and my six feet down

You soft rare bird
sacred, shy, untouchable, unownable.
I was a fool.
I was just a girl, a shy, fat, dreamy girl you met at school.

Don't you see? I'm not shy
just quiet; look! don't I frighten you?
No - then look deeper, I'm obsessed. Insane.
My heart is untamed
my mind a wild beast
in the cage of my head
on a chain

I must appall you - the things I've learnt to confess
But I thought you were the one who would meet my eye
And say yes! yes! yes!

How it hurt, to see you hurting
because you didn't want to hold me...




don't think I never knew
just because you never told me.

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  • Another brilliant poem. You have a wonderful way of expressing yourself and for that I applaud you. Three times.