Not the things you buy for them
Or the time you spend with them
Or the kindness and consideration
But the wellspring of emotion
That will not be faked
Only that binds, nothing else counts
Not the things you buy for them
Or the time you spend with them
Or the kindness and consideration
But the wellspring of emotion
That will not be faked
Only that binds, nothing else counts
Peeling away the layers
Of my identity
Trying to reach the
"Real me"
And finding that
You have changed
The real me
And that i do not know
What i used to be
Fidgety jittery
Flighty overreacty
Startly jumpy
Burning up
Bodily energy
Waiting for
Thunder to strike
And being burnt out
When it actually does
What are they afraid of?
What are they hiding?
The slouch on the chair
The drooping eyelids
May give the impression
Of ennui
But look at the fingers
Constantly drumming
On the nearest surface
The toes scrunched up
The "droopy" eyelids
Blinking too fast
And you see
The nervous people
Who never rest
People with a core of
Air and fire
Wings and wind