Wednesday 25 November 2015

will


I lay deadened.
Craving to be scenic,
lame stab on myself.
Longing to be believed.
At least a try to fake a smile,
to be considered by the mirror I see.
Curling up to gain everything in me
Gather my every tiny possibility.
I lay deadened
Willing to be coveted.
I lay deadened
willing to be de-rusted.  

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