So you say Van Gogh....
to what extent?
Picasso never knew....
but that Davinci
he had a clue... ya think?
I can’t flow like you
I can only flow... like I can...
you intimidate me...
making it difficult to
show my true vibrancy...
your disposition is forceful
your vernacular too sharp
when you speak... the great I am takes over me...
I shudder with every lash
of your tongue
with its might... that my words
seem inferior... taking off
without any altitude in their flight...
I only fear what
overwhelms me...
my ears hear your voice
and the storms from your vocal cords...
there and then it’s all
about catch and chase...
I should... I would... If I could....
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