March 25, 2012
By fryewriter SILVER, Hickory, North Carolina
fryewriter SILVER, Hickory, North Carolina
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In youth I held a gleaming light

Near my chest, burning bright

Afraid of fear, I held on tight

Assured my life would turn out right

Disbelief crept into my heart

My fingers, they lost, their humble art

Unsure of what to do, or where to start

I turned to her, and she played her part

Bringing back my miserable life

Even though it was consumed by vice

With grace, she stripped away my strife

Ignorant of my insecurity, my hidden knife

Unwilling to form a meaningful connection

I stumbled, and ran for a different direction

Never would I expect to hear a rejection

From the lips which lavished upon me affection

I stand revealed, no need for a shirt.

Groveling in the mud, Why was I curt?

For my actions I reaped bitter hurt

Now my only friend is this reeking dirt

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