Saturday, June 27, 2009
Meet Me There
Meet Me There
a poem
Bruises, Skinned, and Bleeding knees
Here on this sphere I aim to please
Shiny Things, they draw me in
My own foundation caving in
I curse the Bruise, I curse the Skin
My own foundation wearing thin
My blood-soaked body cannot win
I've heard about one Grand Allure
No more gravity obscure
It hides in Waiting
Beckons me in
It crushed Spineless, Haughty Sin
Meet me there the Air is Clear
the Sun, it need not be aware
He strokes your hair and calls you Fair
Fairy tales, so useless there
O please, My love,
Please meet me there
-Alyssa Hanning
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