Friday night poetry
on mics yours were
dark
blaqvenom
you sent me insatiable
darren hayes
i had stomach chills
that crept
everything about you
brought tears
you ripped realness
opened gates held with
gold filled padlocks
i needed, wanted
to be
stripped
i introduced you
portishead
only you
who could tear me apart
numb
its like i only see the sky
sometimes
self fucked freedom
stabbed my lies
mirror imaged falsehood
spun my shoulders
facing truth
you touched places
not even God was allowed
stepped to secrets
i buried beneath
ancient graves
etched
you are
in memories vivid
fingers trace the
scars left from
you sewing my wounds
you were
my leigh line to
healing
impacted past
never forgotten
in sacred places
coyright @ vennie 2005
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