Touching Hearts Like I’m the Fingerprints left behind 

There is change in my throat soaking up my vocal cords. So when I open my mouth and speak, expect my voice to touch you. I’m vicious like 100 degree weather trapped in a house with no air conditioning. I’m sincere like rose petals on the floor of a romantic getaway. I’m alive like a newborn baby’s first breath. I mean business like I’m the CEO and the world is my office. Award me life because I’m training for it like an Olympic athlete. Converting a new craftsmanship wrapping my passion around people like I’m their mother or something. Expressing love like I’m the one who placed hearts inside each person. Standing in the gaps like I’ll create an earthquake if I move. 
Poetry I’m a poet people. I feel words like you need air in your lungs to breathe. I articulate like I have a rule book of exactly what to say. I’ll change your life like a tragic phone call then help you put things together like a funeral. I’ll leave you in awe like you thought I was trying or something, a natural disaster. A primary cause. An individual coming against my flaws. Speaking like I’ve tapped into unlimited resources, how then could I not be of help? My thoughts are like the news broadcasts, I need everyone to hear. My favorite public service announcement. Embracing change like I created the word. Touching hearts like I’m the fingerprints that are left behind… I’m here for you like your eyes giving you the ability to see, like your mind giving you the words to speak, like your stomach crying for food to eat, like your heart beats, like your flesh seeks.

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