I can be surface too,
words I see but do not feel,
wanna be unafraid to reveal,
deepest crevices, remain unhealed;
my words will flow like a tidal wave,
submit and allow, communicate,
what they wish to tell,
can’t afford to behave,
when I decide to reveal
my sharpest blades.
Emily C. Poésie © 2018
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The Melancholy Spitfire 