Me Not Me

Me, where is she

squeeze my skin, the flesh

it’s not me

I love me

the love I have lives deep

it’s far, so far beneath my cheeks

I wish I could hug me

to make myself believe

that with a finger touch it’s me

so then I’d see

that I am not this temporary body

and what I am is free

but Earth demands an anchor, you see

unfortunately for me

because it becomes all you see

then you make a judgement, how cheap

whatever that may be

remind myself it isn’t me

it isn't me 

it isn't me

what you see, what you perceive 

none of it is me

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◄ Missing Soul

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Big Sal

Sat 13th Oct 2018 22:01

You have to love yourself before you can love others correctly. Good piece.?

Saba Noor

Wed 10th Oct 2018 11:33

Your style is very unique in comparison to other folks I've read stuff from. Thanks for posting when you've got the opportunity, Guess I'll just bookmark this page and keep visiting

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