Open these borders,
Open these hearts,
Let love and a shared unity blossom,
And not make a world which is segregated,
Torn and divided apart.
Touch me, tell me
Does my skin feel like skin
And my flesh smell of flesh?
Open me,
Like the book you read me as
Mark me,
Like the forgotten page I have become
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I really could feel the second stanza; the begging for intimacy. There is a yearning to be wanted, to be loved. There is a contrast that makes the poem that much more deep:
There is a sense of being read or noticed, but that does not translate to being remembered. It probably hurts more to know that you were seen and yet forgotten. This point has really touched me, great write!
Really Really niCe !
Thank you
For the Creativity
Keep it up <3 ;)