With a certain closeness
comes a blurred space of birth
That steadies and is fragile to touch
A well known power
But there
suddenly I have strings too
Oh no
I must rid myself of strings
I must control myself solely
My habitat is movement
I came alive in motion
Most times
I’m a moment of closeness
Grasping my waist and form
Wholeheartedly
Formimg
to be free
I can’t control
what they see
And I don’t break a sweat
cause I’m seeing too
I keep these types of things to myself all the time
Like how they’ll see everything
.
Oh,
no good is that
Freegrandmaa 