Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Four Corners
When his dirty fingers muddied my innocence,
I started yearning the burn but instead,
Flitted away into the wind.
I let the earth cradled me as I begged
For the attention that was
Lost upon such a girl.
Years later, once the flames had died
(though the third degree burns were scars that would never fade)
I'd swear that blame never crossed my mind.
Burying my head in the sand was easier than
Admitting someone was at fault.
A breath full of air, and I hope to someday tread
The waters lightly, and let them heal and refresh me.
For now, the sky is my home.
8-29-11
I started yearning the burn but instead,
Flitted away into the wind.
I let the earth cradled me as I begged
For the attention that was
Lost upon such a girl.
Years later, once the flames had died
(though the third degree burns were scars that would never fade)
I'd swear that blame never crossed my mind.
Burying my head in the sand was easier than
Admitting someone was at fault.
A breath full of air, and I hope to someday tread
The waters lightly, and let them heal and refresh me.
For now, the sky is my home.
8-29-11
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