#Poetry #Pygmalion #Solitude

I want to talk about everything with At least one person as I Talk about things with myself.

Longing for a voice, to Call my own. Not an echo of thoughts, a Figment of my sought. Cursed by the gods with Wisdom of God. Never to spend an empty night But alone in plight. Go from me now, I cast thee away. Forever go Thoughts, free me from myself.

I will never love 'Til the day she comes Alive. Waken from stone, breathe life my goddess, save me from myself.