Send Me

December 11, 2009
Fire runs through my veins
My burned skin with blisters of memories
Reminds me of whom I am today
Unmasking my life
Dries out my cover
I thought that I was well hidden,
But now I see otherwise
It is comforting to look back
Into the mystery of my past
Gazing upon the comfort of my future
My chance to let you form me into the person you want
To mold me as a potter molds their clay
I am ready to move on
to live my life for you
send me.

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