I want you to
Belong
To me only on
Rainy days
While my bones are
Weary without
Notice
Today I shall
Call you my
Pariah
& you will
Sleep underneath
My wings
You always had your
Right to know,
Honey
But they'll steal your
Right to
Dream
& your heart has
No place
Tacked to the
Corkboard
You hid the poetry potion
Too far beyond the
Shelf
& she still caught you
In the glow of
Green
& all the beautiful
Things
Never made sense
To us.
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 1:15 AM UTC
I want you to
Belong
To me only on
Rainy days
While my bones are
Weary without
Notice
Today I shall
Call you my
Pariah
& you will
Sleep underneath
My wings
You always had your
Right to know,
Honey
But they'll steal your
Right to
Dream
& your heart has
No place
Tacked to the
Corkboard
You hid the poetry potion
Too far beyond the
Shelf
& she still caught you
In the glow of
Green
& all the beautiful
Things
Never made sense
To us.
January 22, 2009.
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