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  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 Willing 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 the fog And smeared cloth, Telling of colours 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!