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Your cheeks are like rose petals.
That’s cliche,
and they’re not.
Your cheeks are swollen
from tears,
you’ve been crying
again. He hit you. Go
ahead, stand up
for him, but not to him. You don’t
stand up to him, and that hurts
me. You know how I feel.
I’ve seen the petals as your cheeks.
Seen the stars in your eyes. I’ve
seen the sun
when you smile, and heard the heavens
in your laugh.
I know you’re more
that what he lets you be,
but still you come crying
to me. You won’t let me have you
even for a moment
to restore you
to youth – to beauty –
– to a rose.
I had many people in mind after I'd written this. It wasn't the poem that I was trying to write, but sometimes the hand works seperatly from the mind. This is what I ended with.
 changingvamp · Mon Feb 16, 2009 @ 02:44am · 1 Comments |
