Friday, May 8, 2009

celebrating me

amongst the colors and the cheers
within the sparks and the senses
i plead to be spared
for what is brought to me is rarely as sweet
and what seems like armor would often crumble
as people battle me for i look fierce

and people flee from me as i felt like ice
while i am not more than naked
while i am none other than hungry
while i am longing nothing than to be reached
and i would be bruised and wounded if you want

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