Vibrations
I feel them begin in my spine traveling upSometimes black and sometimes brightly huedDays cold, my soul safely shriveled in its cupI need you more than ever to keep me gluedFeet planted, purple painted toes dug into the earthI feel, hear the wind blow through trees bleak, so coldMy mind often like a ship out at sea, it just needs a berthSome say I was born this way, a soul that was already oldYour rough hand holding mine,...
