I am a shell,
rough on the outside
as everyone can tell.
But I hide so much,
on the inside are things
that only I can touch.
The things are so beautiful
these things inside
but I make this inscrutable.
Because I am afraid,
ever so frightened
that my life will never be made
I have to reveal these things
deep inside of me
as if they were new kings
an angel with wings
or a mute that sings.
I am ready to take on life
to the best of my ability
regardless the strife.
but a push would be nice.
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
I am a shell,
rough on the outside
as everyone can tell.
But I hide so much,
on the inside are things
that only I can touch.
The things are so beautiful
these things inside
but I make this inscrutable.
Because I am afraid,
ever so frightened
that my life will never be made
I have to reveal these things
deep inside of me
as if they were new kings
an angel with wings
or a mute that sings.
I am ready to take on life
to the best of my ability
regardless the strife.
but a push would be nice.
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