SilverA Poem by RaeI don’t think I’ve ever gone a day Feeling like there was somewhere I could go. You’re just a sliver of the want to be gold, Or not quite the right sweater.
Because a tear is just another paper doll, And the only time I breathe in life, Is when I feel steel, or look up to stars, And ride with eyes that do not know me.
Eyes that wander, and think I have beauty, Like noise rain makes
on damp wood. I wonder if they would listen to my voice, If I was less softened, and wore longer skirts.
A dull word is just another dull sound, Lace up your boots and catch our bus, To hear them march and say the same, Words after words they don’t even hear.
Madison street is where I went, To see eyes that looked in their own direction, and a shade of white they don’t dare wear on this night. © 2013 Rae
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StatsAuthorRaeSeattle, WAAbout18 years old. NYU student and tea enthusiast. Writing means the world to me; feel free to give reviews and help me greater improve. Writing has always been my escape, especially poetry. Life experie.. more..Writing
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