![]() When You SeeA Poem by Erin Sky![]() this is one of those I wasn't quite sure how to restore, but here's my best guess.![]() Oh I kissed him on the rocks by the by, by the sea And a rubbing of my heart was made upon that page ( of hazel hair, unidentified eyes ) ( a singing voice, a short stature ) ( and all my mine untrammelled life ) ( did his lovely face awake ) But organs are made of blood and brass, how that page was marred by sticky goo, and muscles, too! The heart is no pretty thing. ( a toy, once reunited teardrops ) ( kicked into a pinkish red boot ) ( wriggle into unrhythmic quatrains ) So rip from my breast (the sacred treasure chest) cover it all in memories of what I will be because it means so much when you see me for who I am and not who I want to be. © 2008 Erin Sky |
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1 Review Added on February 23, 2008 Author![]() Erin SkyIthilien, GondorAboutI hear I'm a bit cryptic, for all my loquacity; I talk too much, due to all I need to say; I am Gemini, and astrology is bollocks; I'm narcissistic, and hate myself for it; I dwell in irony, in the ra.. more..Writing
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