![]() HowA Poem by NautiliHow come I did not know.... Do I have eyes that shut, Ears that are deaf to the depth of pain that you are in? Your knife’s blade does the crying As it sinks into your pale skin’s arms- The arms I washed as a baby, New and pink, soft and wrinkled, Sweetly scented folds of perfection. Now marred forearms With angry red hen-scratches, outlining inner turmoil.
Scratching, Scratching In the dry dust of your own anguish. Please stop. There are healthier ways To release your pain. Let me wrap my arms around yours, like a mother bird wraps her wings around her young; providing safety and warmth. I love you so much. Let me in. © 2013 Nautili
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1 Review Added on May 7, 2013 Last Updated on May 9, 2013 Author![]() NautiliNYAboutA Dream Within A Dream Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if.. more..Writing
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