Sunday, April 26, 2009


the slightest touch would set me at ease, and so neglect becomes our ally, my world is never ending. sunshine and cigarettes. freckles on my shoulders. hate packed thin between my fist, love bursting at the seams, pounding with every swing. my hair is still black, my eyes are still blue. what is to come of this? i am only half the mess you think i am. i am only half the mess you take me for. kisses from the sun, peal the skin off my back, it burns as it comes in the window, soothing. i am inevitable. infinite to the thought, this world will watch me rise, it has no other choice. i long to set you free, paint my canvas in the sky. align the stars, in an order only the pure can read. this is what i see.

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