Girlishly

I do not want To be reduced  To flesh, When I am A piece of Stash Delivering the uniqueness With a touch of love, I am a daughter, I am a dove, I am a companion, I am a friend, I am what you want From within, Remember my words, Till the thin  Line between Attention and respect Clears your head And lends you a vision To see the beauty within My wish  Is an existence, To be filled  Without a glitch Of fakeness And dirt, Coming from the Hollow Character Look at me And try to remember, How did you see me At first, Before being told About the thirst ? That is the realness That I seek, From each one of us Who is Unique A revival of sorts Is pushing from within. To pour all the love And care Towards the one Who keeps alive the flare.

I have surrendered To this night, And I am not Ready to fight, A battle with conscience Of unaware signs. Like a thug It snugs Into my deepest scars, To check what is Open ajar, Like a bleeding wound Needing tending From the roon. I look up At the roof If not sky, Calling to me  Through fog And smeared cloth, Telling of colors anew About which I never knew. This night feels heavy With a tightening grip, Invisible to all Yet holding every tip, Of my dripping thoughts And yielding wounds, Awaiting an arrival, But not so soon.