Incite
me.
Must your thoughts be so unspecified?
I want you to tell me what you feel inside.
I want to be inspired to try,
to reach within you, while I’m still alive.
I’ve kept to myself as well. I hide,
all thoughts of us as one unalike,
unlike anything I’ve ever set aside out of sight.
Why? What happened to your appetite?
What do you desire? Can I make you feel all right?
I want to serve to you my love for your light.
I want to be expectant to write.
I want to be inspired to try,
by your light to fight.
May I might?
You decide.
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