Fix this.A Poem by johnnyqueer
Inner beauty began to melt, I can't mend this.
Draw lines, and cover canvas, I can't fix this. Reach out, behind devil stained lips, fix this! Cry out, piercing to penetrate, fix me... Desire pours, foams, and flows over. I cup my hands and drink til sedated. Bring forth steadied hands to re-create every particle I obliterate. release hope? Tears swell, grow, and flow earthward. I never wanted this, never asked for this. Look skyward and scream, fix this! Silence consumes, whisper softly, fix me. © 2011 johnnyqueer |
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Added on December 27, 2011 Last Updated on December 27, 2011 AuthorjohnnyqueerNYAboutHello, I'm Johnny. Writing is a form of alchemy to me. I transform all my feelings into text; Dancing, slithering, and stumbling from white pages. If you like my writing you can find me on Instagr.. more..Writing
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