I’m trying to expose my soul.
Your words cover me up.
You try to analyze what I cannot define.
You put me in a box.
I feel my wings are clipped-
They atrophy and rot
I’m trying to let you see my song,
But you chatter over top.
It’s hard for me to speak your language.
This logic refutes my world.
No communication available,
I turn, and wander off.
I long for comprehension to race across your heart,
to fill this loneliness that tears me apart.