if I inch a little closer, it will give me
warmth
I have felt like a million pieces of a human scattered about
in several fields and bushes
like ash floating in the sky
and seashells washed up on the shore
but with warmth,
realness and a true heart is remembered
and the abundance of smeared portraits of
that sad girl
or that stupid girl
or that crazy girl
or any identity
is nothing more than a pen's strikeout on
a word
that just doesn't belong in
a perfect sentence
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
if I inch a little closer, it will give me
warmth
I have felt like a million pieces of a human scattered about
in several fields and bushes
like ash floating in the sky
and seashells washed up on the shore
but with warmth,
realness and a true heart is remembered
and the abundance of smeared portraits of
that sad girl
or that stupid girl
or that crazy girl
or any identity
is nothing more than a pen's strikeout on
a word
that just doesn't belong in
a perfect sentence
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