Teach Me!
Teach me, how rationally you feel,
For I touch the subtle hustle in the bushes
And thud in the shield of the world.
Teach me how you live,
For I fall in the morass of pity,
Where I die in unfathomable melancholy,
When the evening sips the wind through
Its senseless lounge.
Share me your hope,
For I breath an insipid air,
Inhaling hopelessness
And sweating a fragile loneliness,
Tell me you will hold me,
Shall I behold myself into your arms,
Tell me you adore my emotions,
Shall I howl my wounds
When you take my drought face upon your palm.
Stand with me in the silent night,
And you shall listen the symphony of a ruined soul,
Walk together in the dark,
Shall you understand the stark stars of my celestial,
Teach me to watch the moon,
And fall upon her invincible hairs,
Shall I explore her beauty from your eyes,
For I’m partly insane.
Don’t smile at me,
For I know what you hide behind the cliff,
That I once explored,
And always explored,
Don’t close your eyes, and teach me how to sleep,
For I’m a pursuer of a slumber upon the surreal havoc.
Teach me to dance emotions,
Shall I explore salvation in the azure,
Teach me to sway a life,
Shall I fly higher.
Tell me you care,
Shall I withdraw my fear,
And surrender in your hope,
A mere life,
Swinging in the every rustle of the breeze,
That world fumes.
Shan’t I walk,
My faltering limbs,
In the shade of your arms.
Teach me how to live,
For I know nothing other than panic of rupture,
I shall hold your hand,
When you fathom my soul,
And a wrecked heart,
A havoced brain,
Just lost itself,
In the morass of swinging emotions,
Show me the light in your patio,
Shall I rest my head upon the trunk of camphor tree,
And breath as the leaves please,
For I’m a pursuer of a peace.
Teach me how to live,
Bestow some hopes,
Shall I watch the slants of sun,
Piercing the morning dew.
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