maanantai 25. maaliskuuta 2013


Little girl with spider lashes
eyes blackened with hunger
coals burnt in a forest fire
before the dance had begun

You tore your dress
white of the doves
scraping your knees
climbing on a prayer
that didn't reach God

It was an old tale
of a savior with hands of light
with a smile like stars
in a sky of sweet tea
and angel cakes

Afraid is what you have become
for there is no heaven
and you are so tired
of patching a ship
with used lies

The forest is burning
and what is left?
Your heart but a
lungful of smoke
a cloud
a case of disappearance
hiding your wounds

How do you figure
you'll ever know how to love someone
when your heart
blocks out the sun?

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