A few stiches with lacking seams
You came to me as rough-woven fabric
Under my fingers you were sewn in the lining
But then you said, and I saw: walls
So I tore it all down and found the bricks
And I built you up again
Red cement warned me not to pry
With hope and grace you needed light
In faith I tore cement away, I gave you glass
Again I find the changing face of insecurity
And I quickly find porcelain humanity
Once more I made you into a finer clay
Strength of mind and a feuding heart
You became a gilt of silent armor
Giving me blisters in the sun
But for all your flighty woes and wonders
I never glanced away from each detail
To find the broken platter of bending cracks
You are burlap skin and of red brick mind
Glass eyes and hidden sculpted mouth
You don't shine in bruised and welded silver
Some days I've built your mystery up annew
I know I've torn you every way but down, you make me
Tired, and make me scared, I won't build you up again
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
A few stiches with lacking seams
You came to me as rough-woven fabric
Under my fingers you were sewn in the lining
But then you said, and I saw: walls
So I tore it all down and found the bricks
And I built you up again
Red cement warned me not to pry
With hope and grace you needed light
In faith I tore cement away, I gave you glass
Again I find the changing face of insecurity
And I quickly find porcelain humanity
Once more I made you into a finer clay
Strength of mind and a feuding heart
You became a gilt of silent armor
Giving me blisters in the sun
But for all your flighty woes and wonders
I never glanced away from each detail
To find the broken platter of bending cracks
You are burlap skin and of red brick mind
Glass eyes and hidden sculpted mouth
You don't shine in bruised and welded silver
Some days I've built your mystery up annew
I know I've torn you every way but down, you make me
Tired, and make me scared, I won't build you up again
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