Sign Your Name on My SkinA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormI never asked for you to bring me a garden full of lies ...............Sometimes I cannot keep part of me from asking the stars where comfort can be found without weaving the desperation I feel under my skin into a rope that wraps around my tears of sadness. I am left watching hours take in the days and never quite understanding how laughter can tell someone to call out to the sky then break and run on the legs of sheer madness. My skies shouldn't tell me to get lost inside of all I know when I long to create an ocean of language we both can plainly speak without ever feeling any pressure. When tomorrow rings in the beginning of what lies under all that I know to be held in a distant place, draped in shimmering hope , shall I watch you write your name on my skin while I cry out in pleasure? I never asked for you to bring me a garden full of lies where one has to work in the shadows of forgetfulness inside of a life with a smile that fades as I regain my sanity. The truth can be grown in silence then burn brightly as part of nothing and still lie beyond that which soothes our hands when they tremble because we can smell the crow we have to eat so humbly. Listen to the lines you missed when you stepped into the shoes of a man who no longer relied on all of his senses when you began your journey of echoes where stars once danced. Do you remember empty promises as they run through the days silent.......... even though you sing? Take a chance and lose your mind when you find there is no way out, as you rush to remind your tears, of how they sting. © 2012 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormFeatured Review
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