Will you see me as I am?
All my leaves striped.
My pockets emptied of bravado.
My stance wilted, my bark picked.
Butterfly kisses they'll fly to you,
Perhaps an ornamental dove? I'm not that fragile
You'll see no barricades painted blue,
to stop my wave of thoughts- for they're far too volatile
for reality.
My electric current flows,
Into creaks and cracks soaking the inner crevices,
right to the heart of my soul.
Can't you see I am bare?Stark emotions,skin, vices.
There are no masks,no reflections only my face.
Could you appreciate me bare?
With no buffer zone,no masking tape.
I'll scream it once more into this abyss.
Take me apart,Taste it on my lips.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Will you see me as I am?
All my leaves striped.
My pockets emptied of bravado.
My stance wilted, my bark picked.
Butterfly kisses they'll fly to you,
Perhaps an ornamental dove? I'm not that fragile
You'll see no barricades painted blue,
to stop my wave of thoughts- for they're far too volatile
for reality.
My electric current flows,
Into creaks and cracks soaking the inner crevices,
right to the heart of my soul.
Can't you see I am bare?Stark emotions,skin, vices.
There are no masks,no reflections only my face.
Could you appreciate me bare?
With no buffer zone,no masking tape.
I'll scream it once more into this abyss.
Take me apart,Taste it on my lips.
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