Sun blister
He would highlight each sin
each stitch of inadequacy was
nursed with a careful hand,
always finding me
in the clean of a hushed moment
he was the Sun-
tomorrow the burn-
and I played the barren skin,
with no willows to curtain
the luster of another
chemical winter
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SilentWordsposted on 10/20/2009
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he was the Sun-
tomorrow the burn-
Metaphors are stunning, I know this feeling from somewhere. It's saddening though, I've got to say that.