BREAKABLEA Poem by CHRIS ANDES..under my skin..in a room of strangers
all I'm askin' is an open door where light could spark and dries my eyes. a dessert of dirt beyond every ignorance it's a bust of shadow that poisons me, every bit of my breath is a shouting fear looking for a gay sky that may take me so high. I'm an empty chair where nobody sits coz it's broken like an old pen of a writer being pushed to let go of the taint he hasn't. "it's a damn cold night I try to figure out this life won't you take me by the hand take me somewhere new I don't know who you are but I I'm with you" ..keep on waitin' for the presence of no one, ..keep listenin' to the footsteps of joy yet losing my strength coz reality fooled me. "is it enough to love? is it enough to breath? somebody ripped my heart out and leave me here to bleed, is it enough to die? somebody save my life I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.." -musicfunk- © 2013 CHRIS ANDESAuthor's Note
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Added on March 20, 2013Last Updated on March 21, 2013 AuthorCHRIS ANDES[email protected]AboutChris is a content creator who makes life a daily dose of visual art, literature, and music. more..Writing
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