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This one was published through poetry.com awhile back...hope you like.
I am not what I appear to be. Punk. It's a front. A scared child on teh brink of madness. a scarred childhood. Not the worst. Not by far. Yet times could have been better. Misplaced trust, love. Nets that have snared me. So love me for my front, but make sure it's me you love. |
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This one was published through poetry.com awhile back...hope you like. I am not what I appear to be. Punk. It's a front. A scared child on teh brink of madness. a scarred childhood. Not the worst. Not by far. Yet times could have been better. Misplaced trust, love. Nets that have snared me. So love me for my front, but make sure it's me you love. Touch leaves a vulnerability The sensitivity offers a propensity To open, tear, heal A complacent scar Love gained, gleaned and gifted Bleeding or underlying.. Your offering, open, I enjoyed your heart. s |
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Nice!
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Thanks all
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You are who you are because of where you have been!
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