Do you really want to know?
This isn’t a party trick,
I’m not trying to please anyone.
I write this because I have to.
This is the bucket I use to bail
Gallons and gallons of repressed feelings
From the deepest wounds in my heart
Before they sink me.
Do you really want to know?
Its not about rhyming,
Describing a theme neatly,
Or painting a beautiful picture.
When this window opens,
Whatever is waiting in my heart
Will pour into the world
And there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
It takes everything I’ve got
To keep it shut on a normal day,
But if you really want to know
Let’s be washed away together.
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