Soul-Contrast!

I will bleed folks, I will bleed... Blood doesn't always have to equate pain... It could mirror the relief that courses through; pregnant clouds after the rain... I will smile folks, I will smile... I genuinely upturn the corners of my cheeks, every once in a while... The rest of the time's a captor of my mind... I will think folks, I will think... My thoughts seep through my mind and play across my face... No need for poker faces... What I feel is what you see... I will reach folks, I will reach... I stretch skyward and pluck a star from the sky... Ouch', it burns the tip of my fingertips... It's perchance a mediocre dream: The epitome of how things seem... My dream is a bit higher & if stand on my tiptoes and reach, I can grasp it...and I know it's mine, by the way I feel on the inside... Fire lit desire courses through my veins... the acquiring of this nearly drives me insane, but I rest assure...it won't be in vain...