My age makes other scream
My size makes you sink
Just as it is,blameless,unblemished
I have to cover it
I cover it.
Shrink is what she'd like to see me do
Wear and tear is what I am
I walk and fall...in a pile
Rip the rough...
Black material...
I see her, capturing her breath
In the silver and exact
I see her taking my hands
Clasping them together
Just as happiness fades away
Hands movement is what the silver shows me,
And then she's gone...And I walk...
Just to end up...In a pile...
And she crumbles...
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Poems.
PoetryFeelings? Reality?Fiction? They are just poems about everything. About love and hate, lust and recovery, pain and joy, me and you, him and her, fighting and winning.
