Thursday, January 9, 2014

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.

Pale white, how I like the skin streched over your bones
Spring keeps you ever close
                                                                             e
    you are   second   hand      s                     k        
                                                    m     o    

You're so fragile and thin,

                   standing trial for your sins


Holding on to yourself the best you can.

You are the smell before rain

You are the blood in my veins



I'm glad that you can forgive, 
only hoping as time comes,

                                                         you can forget.


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