Lines
If I drew a line and you decided where it ends and begins Will I have to draw another one to continue what I was doing? If I draw a circle with the ends that touch you won't be able to tell much about the curves that add up Like the curves that are continuous When we all are the same Where should I place my creativity? Next to your divinity Next to the place I should sit and show my face Pretty Face no place for brains The pretty body no place to build Indifferent, too different But the same in only the ways that cause me to understand Your existence Belongs to you Your existence is a gift to me Something borrowed Something new something dangerous to pursue that's the beauty that is you No explanation for the things I care not for but abuse It is abuse to ignore anyone's truth I acknowledge but will not adapt it belongs to you like a home visit I will leave it the way I came Leaving only my company to be had again...