I've seen you hurt
and I know your pain.
Sorrow courses through
your veins like an ******
and yet you are
my sweetest refrain.
Someday you will take
off your cheap polyester
dress of corruption
and put on a glittery
incorruptible couture.
You are so fragile,
a bent sapling
with bruised shoots,
grazing the earth
trying to make
it in a society of redwoods,
oaks, and few weeping willows.
Your courage wraps
around me like a shawl.
You are my angel
with broken wings
and a tilted halo.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
I've seen you hurt
and I know your pain.
Sorrow courses through
your veins like an ******
and yet you are
my sweetest refrain.
Someday you will take
off your cheap polyester
dress of corruption
and put on a glittery
incorruptible couture.
You are so fragile,
a bent sapling
with bruised shoots,
grazing the earth
trying to make
it in a society of redwoods,
oaks, and few weeping willows.
Your courage wraps
around me like a shawl.
You are my angel
with broken wings
and a tilted halo.