Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Tattered Poetry

How is it that you come to me
In tattered bits of poetry
The agony of your embrace
Reveals a tear-drop on my face
And yet I draw you closer still
And write of you against my will

How is it that you hurt me so
And yet inspire me to go
And take this new day willingly
To live in tattered poetry
Against my will I crave the bliss
The shadow of your bleeding kiss

How is it that in soft blue-gray
You are not too far away
And I feel you next to me
In ragged breaths of poetry
How is it that you hum to me
Those tattered strands of poetry


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