My Dimension
My problem.
I see minds rather than faces.
I see souls rather than races.
I see futures before starts.
I see darkness in hearts.
I see ones second intentions
I see the sadness unmentioned.
I see tears as impossible.
I see love as a struggle.
My Solution.
I take a chance for once.
I just ask her to lunch.
I forget about futures.
I don’t think from the start.
I just speak from the heart.
Like I do in this poem.
Take love as it goes.
Wherever I roam.
My Problem.
I am who I am.
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