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05/20/2004 08:41 p.m.

Don’t you know I would shed myself for you

Convert these eyes to violet gray like the color of a storm

Disguise my heart with a stronger mask and colder blood

I’d slough this skin and peel away the doubt that covers me

Until all that’s left is the sense of your calloused hand in mine

I’d no longer wear this hat my sentimental grandpa gave me

And I’d hide my intelligence and insight with a vacant smile

I’d trade my mother’s pearls for some stainless steel chains

Wrap myself in black and blue tattoos and billowing smoke

Scream vulgarities in a tantrum that will rattle the walls

See how this works – you’ve already made me a liar


I am currently Disillusioned
I am listening to my own steady breathing

Member Comments on this Entry
Posted by Lori Johnson on 07/15/04 at 03:43 PM

Honey, this is poetry. Flat out, no bones about it...it's poetry. My suggestion (not that you asked) is to convery it over to your library. This is worthy of reading, rating, & commenting. :) If you were to take my advice, do ya mind letting me know so I can hop back over & give it the credit it deserves? :)

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Posted by Lori Johnson on 07/15/04 at 03:44 PM

Um that was suppose to be "convert" in line 2....sorry my fingers are pudgy! LOL

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