GlueA Poem by fawnavalentine
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Drano and plastic, To cover your hands in, For a few minutes So hold to me Three or four fingers And keeping track, For every sinner Watch, As he kept playing With some ultimatums Accusing me for taking what's his The last time I was there, When the walls had been rebuilt And painted red, Or any color -- You know it does not come to this You know it would not come to this He kicks me out, he slams the door So I saw the sinners That make the place a place And I'd felt better when he told me, "No, you are too fragile To get out, to see The place that we were born" And I say it to the ones who gave in. Oh, there was a reason And another reason not to stay Maybe you are just too young. Maybe you should pray. And, there will be time To think for yourself And imagine you feel the proper moment to Grasp at glory, open the door Get in the car Take it upon yourself To take on a story Enough is enough You must keep to you, solely And when you sleep there will be time For wondering if you're even growing You question that And he just says, "No, you are too fragile to get out, and see the place that we were born." Nothing holds the words together like glue Nothing holds the words together like you, do © 2011 fawnavalentineReviews
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