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Inquiring The Question
Where does my love grow?
In my heart? My mind?
Maybe my soul?
Inquiry stacked
Into a revolver
Shot many a times
I’ve got the wounds to show her
Why all the questions
Of words and mumbles
Just let it be
Don’t be stumbled
I believe that love
Comes in many a form
A bush, tree, maybe an apple
To explain to you, a mind could be torn
Don’t be confused
I’ve only begun
To describe my dreams
Shot out like a gun
Purple, magenta, silver, gold
This only just skims
The world untold
What defines who we are?
Our language? Image?
Maybe our soul?
Who decides this?
Where does it start?
I’m being a bit hypocritical
From how this poem would start
Questions smushed against our knowledge
What if we can’t suffice
An answer worth talking?
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Just a casual night, questioning the meaning of questions. Is it so hard to ever just let things be? I don't know. I hope people take from this to just let go once and a while. Let your mind run free. Who knows where it'll end up leading you?