You can not get inside of me without an invitation.
So much of me stays hidden.
My words will remain cryptic, dried of all emotion,
Despite all I wish to share with you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A slight crack, and I might burst.
Blackbird, my Spanish heart.
The physicians thought it weird that as a child I would never actually produce tears when I cried.
I think I was born an old soul, and that I ran out of tears long, long ago.
Secrets.
I feel like crying for all the things that you don't know.
Perhaps for the best.
So much of me stays hidden.
My words will remain cryptic, dried of all emotion,
Despite all I wish to share with you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A slight crack, and I might burst.
Blackbird, my Spanish heart.
The physicians thought it weird that as a child I would never actually produce tears when I cried.
I think I was born an old soul, and that I ran out of tears long, long ago.
Secrets.
I feel like crying for all the things that you don't know.
Perhaps for the best.
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I hope your article shows up, too.
And thank you for everything you just said. It somehow pleases me greatly that you- and your insight- exist in pixelated form.
Take care, lovely.