Thoughts, so many.
Each one of them have a certain style.
Fierce, Brave, Small or Sad.
Soft, Loud, Happy and Sweet.
Like bubbles, thoughts flow
In my head.
I want to gently let the thoughts,
Slip through my lips.
Out into the world.
But I can't.
Maybe if I did,
I could breathe easier.
Thoughts like butterflies,
In the warm spring sky.
Thoughts like rolling gray clouds,
During a storm.
Thoughts like a layer of dust,
Among the bookshelves of an abandon library.
I keep them in a box.
The box has a key,
But that key belongs to me.
Sometimes my thoughts are like fireworks,
Exploding in my head and make me unfocused.
They slip out and people look and stare.
She has a opinion?
I didn't think she cared.
Thoughts like needle and thread,
Sewing the holes in my heart.
I am lost in thought.
Thoughts are lost in me.
Think a lot.
But I thought.
But you sorta know,
Then again you don't.
Like a net around my brain.
Scared to be put to shame.
Thoughts in the cocoon of my mind.
A spiderweb of feelings hidden and disguised.