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I want to give you beauty, Carefully crafted words in lines, Show you how nice the world can be, Yet, I don't know what yours could be, And that hinders me From reaching you completely. I am a stranger, You could associate me with danger, Maybe your hopes are endangered, Like glass on the pavement, Dropped from the 20th floor, I don't know the baggage you store, I don't know what I'm in for, But unpack your bag, I can tell it makes your shoulders sag. Now we have an empty bag, And yet your shoulders still sag. I am not a stranger, You know I would never put you in danger, I am trying to pick up the glass, Some of it just got lost in the blades of grass, Don't give me sass, I am trying to help, Your words just pelt, Stone after stone at what I was trying to build, No I don't understand how it feels, But that doesn't mean I can't try to rebuild, We can try again, You're my friend, Please don't pack hat bag, I hate seeing your shoulders sag, We couldn't find all of your hopes, But maybe if we just-
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
A Stranger's Words
I want to give you beauty, Carefully crafted words in lines, Show you how nice the world can be, Yet, I don't know what yours could be, And that hinders me From reaching you completely. I am a stranger, You could associate me with danger, Maybe your hopes are endangered, Like glass on the pavement, Dropped from the 20th floor, I don't know the baggage you store, I don't know what I'm in for, But unpack your bag, I can tell it makes your shoulders sag. Now we have an empty bag, And yet your shoulders still sag. I am not a stranger, You know I would never put you in danger, I am trying to pick up the glass, Some of it just got lost in the blades of grass, Don't give me sass, I am trying to help, Your words just pelt, Stone after stone at what I was trying to build, No I don't understand how it feels, But that doesn't mean I can't try to rebuild, We can try again, You're my friend, Please don't pack hat bag, I hate seeing your shoulders sag, We couldn't find all of your hopes, But maybe if we just-
I was messing with slam poetry and wanted to make something pretty on the page as well as if I were to read it to someone. Here you go, even if you weren't wondering I think I'm fine.
ren-mayloft
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26/Trans Male
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
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