UnbecomingA Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)I let my heart rest In the palm of your hand Not realizing You have a tendency to squeeze As a reflex to telling the truth. To say the blood is on your hands Is an unimportant. For it is the stain On your white dress That will not wash away. To turn it inside out Would only taint your skin Already unnatural. The bleach will only Bring superficial tears To your eyes And hide the smell of danger You’ve deemed beneath you But still you will be marked The crimson queen With the lipstick to match. All that remains Is too strip down And let the world see Your plastic scars Or wear clothing unbecoming Of the image You created in “society”.
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Added on October 28, 2012Last Updated on November 2, 2012 AuthorThe Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncoolAboutBirth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..Writing
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