My tigers, my little tigers
Why am i coming back ?
Why do i stay ?
Why are you here ?
Not that i can see, but in my blindness
i strive for your spine.
Deep inside myself, i find a part of you
a very small part.
Inside me you are dying.
Why aren’t you still here ?
Why am i always gone ?
Why aren’t you a part of me ?
Am i ever going to find the answer ?
If i could just discover one off these things
i won’t care if they did think i was crazy…
Tags: Poetry
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