Signs pt. 2
Your rich, dark skin and hourglass frame
Lend themselves to your forever goal
Of finding beauty and love and the truths that can come
From never editing your piece before publish.
Instead, I must guess, that all your works
Come pre-filtered, all worked out, fine-tuned.
Why should your writing be this way
When your life shows no signs of these things?
The reason, so harsh, is the signs are hiding
In your head, separate elementally from the world.
Your compartmentalization has left you with
A menagerie of memories fighting, mangling ideals.
I am not the ideal, nor will I ever claim such;
Instead, I am damaged someways, augmented in others.
You always succeed in holding a mirror & scale.
Will you let my words have their weight?
Will you see my view of you?
Will you see my happiness as yours?
Open, all eyes, and give me your scale
And let me be right, beside you.
© msamel
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Noble Orange
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on 05/05/09 at 07:36 PM
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