Little one,
try not to be
so broken.
Save a shuddering
breath or two,
you've already spoken.
Little one,
emotions,
energy
is spent,
vent,
vent now little one,
cry on my collarbone.
Nerves and naves
may fail you
but I will never leave you alone.
I need red.
Give me purple,
fuchsia, and maroon.
All of the colors that sear your insides;
carnivals come too soon.
Little one,
let it out,
just
save me some.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 7:09 PM UTC
Little one,
try not to be
so broken.
Save a shuddering
breath or two,
you've already spoken.
Little one,
emotions,
energy
is spent,
vent,
vent now little one,
cry on my collarbone.
Nerves and naves
may fail you
but I will never leave you alone.
I need red.
Give me purple,
fuchsia, and maroon.
All of the colors that sear your insides;
carnivals come too soon.
Little one,
let it out,
just
save me some.
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