She has eyes like diamonds
I've got eyes that stitch themselves shut
She has the lips of a god
Mine of a horrid, bitter being
We both drink water
Her from golden glasses, mine from autumn leaves
So bruised from the wasted youth
She's so pure from inheritance
She's trying to unwrap my thorn covered branches
But I can't let her in
I can't let her down
I won't let her climb my rusted chains
She's not going to fall down where I am
...
I'm nothing but a pile of wood
Use me so you can keep warm once
But snuff my flames so I may never catch your clothes
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How when you love somebody and they love you, but you can't accept the fact they actually love you and as a result, won't let them in. Almost like you can't at all, even if you truly did try
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Comments1
A depth here with passion and searching, and longing...at times we need yo open ourselves to others...so to let them in...Bravo...
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