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alyson Sep 2013
Let me worship you.
Let me trail my lips in lines
to guard your heart.
Let me kneel before,
and influence you.
Let my arms build
a fortress to keep you soul
safe from the influences
of the setting sun.
Let my whispers guide you home.
Let my footsteps ease your journey.
Let me worship you.
alyson Sep 2013
Someone please tell me,
when will I stop falling asleep
in a puddle of tears,
and waking up
in a puddle if blood.
alyson Aug 2013
My grandmother always said,
"Stand up straight, if you stay hunched over,
you will stay that way."
And I think she was right,
because my thoughts stooped low for so long,
and now I think I'm stuck.
alyson Aug 2013
Whisper to me
When I need called,
and shake me
when my bones need rattled.
For the time is now,
and the world is
only getting older,
and I want to love you.
alyson Aug 2013
As I sit here,
on the cold bed,
with paper crinkling underneath,
I realize that I do not care if I die.
As I think through,
the possible diseases,
on the long list of ones I may have,
I realize that I do not care,
but am mostly just *******,
because they are inconvenient.
And that is why I am scared to hear
my doctors response.
alyson Aug 2013
I
am
the
eighth
deadly
sin.
alyson Aug 2013
I am a shadow.
Just a projection,
with no true being.
We are the dark side,
out of the public eye,
but always there.

And oh
I would give anything
to just once,
and just for a moment,
be real again.
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