Feeding You Poem by The Writer Way

I'll give you food for thought, then, really feed your stomach...
Pray for you, although, it's dreams you're hunting.
I know your heart, being turned, like it's been squeezed of lovin'
Caused you to close up like Pixar's screen/ production
Being closed... I know you're not mean for nothing...
Though, it seems, that you believe that you mean nothing,
But, you're worth the shot, your definition's Clean,
I read you loud and clear, it seems you do mean something!
I get at lost at sea, then, see you've ceased your loving
Then double back, like traveling desert's seats, my love, then
Seize deceased ideas that cause your grief and stumbling
Then chuck them somewhere else to help decrease what's troubling,
Stop my leave, in case, you need me for comforting,
Slow grind your mind, help speak the dreams you're smothering,
Help wind you back up... Tornado seasons' coming...
I'll give you food for thought, then, watch all your consumption