Monday, May 16, 2016

Ready

Strip me of myself
Burn me to the ground
Burst me at the seams
Simmer me way down

Catch a falling star
Strolling to the west
Shoot the arrow straight
Slow like my breath

Strip me of my walls
Burn me, no hesitation
Bring me to my knees
Begging you, existence

2 comments:

  1. i love this poem, so glad you wrote it, even better that you shared :)

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    1. wow! thank you for your comment and who might this be? :)

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