Air raid

by Steve   Aug 2, 2006


You produce no hard edges just soft warm skin
Beauty entrenched and unmolested by jaded bitterness
Supple yielding skin perfect unimaginable
Emotions on the surface the same tender soft
I lash out and cut to the bone to the soul
For no reason
I want to see what happens when I pull the wings from a butterfly
I'm gross and large a lummox charged with rage
Bomb after bomb each lager and more painful than the last
The anger I take out on you is my past damage
In the aftermath when the city of our emotions burns and collapses
Who hurts more?

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  • 18 years ago

    by Passionate

    Hey thanx for commenting on some of my things, i just cant help rhyming, i dont know why. . . but this is pretty "deep". but not in that corny way it has a pretty good point and i like all the different images it gives me. 5/5, ill be looking for some more sometime from you, later

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