fretful with fear of exposing
what’s never said,
afraid this halo might
drop like a hula-hoop,
becoming a fallen angel, whose power’s usurped,
till the lid rages from my perfect head.
I’m laughing at until I cry,
with terms of endearment
becoming impossible,
this life seeming too severe at times,
comprehension of the infinite
impossibly magnificent to understand,
all I really want to say is…
“Hey, we’re all on the same journey to paradise”
but eyes would roll
from empty lenses,
and I would smile with embarrassment
knowing my heart slipped out by mistake …
I’m like Pinocchio …
I just wanna be real
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