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I don't like this skin of vulnerability, to show my softened underbelly and to take off the masks of all my lies. I don't like to let people get so close, to reveal my inner temple to them and to show them the chants of my priests. I am a person who hides within riddles metaphors puns and jokes, I am a person who would rather be a bad joke book than be a real person, full of every emotion and even allowed to cry a little, sometimes. Maybe sometimes it doesn't have to be the downpour of rain or a temple constructed in my veins or the man who pounds me until pain or the city lost in spires of smoke and bane sometimes it can just be the tears of a 19 year old thing sick and heavy hearted and so very, very confused and so very, very in need of warmth
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:22 AM UTC
vulnerability
I don't like this skin of vulnerability, to show my softened underbelly and to take off the masks of all my lies. I don't like to let people get so close, to reveal my inner temple to them and to show them the chants of my priests. I am a person who hides within riddles metaphors puns and jokes, I am a person who would rather be a bad joke book than be a real person, full of every emotion and even allowed to cry a little, sometimes. Maybe sometimes it doesn't have to be the downpour of rain or a temple constructed in my veins or the man who pounds me until pain or the city lost in spires of smoke and bane sometimes it can just be the tears of a 19 year old thing sick and heavy hearted and so very, very confused and so very, very in need of warmth
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Lebanese
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:22 AM UTC
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