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Into The Night
Excuse me for being fragile
my skeletons are still in the closet
scratching the doors into the night
trying to escape, to haunt me with my innocence
I just want to be loved, held, and cared for
like the small, inner child that I am
Delicately touched and held into the night
so my tears won't wash me away.
my skeletons are still in the closet
scratching the doors into the night
trying to escape, to haunt me with my innocence
I just want to be loved, held, and cared for
like the small, inner child that I am
Delicately touched and held into the night
so my tears won't wash me away.
Published 15th Jan 2014
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Megan
a poem of honesty and vulnerability is to be applauded and so I applaud you
maybe "my skeletons still hide in the closet
. scratching at the doors while I sleep
. trying to escape,to haunt me with my
innocence"
it gives your skeletons a more sinister persona
last stanza is both beautiful and sad, well dome I say and shine on
a poem of honesty and vulnerability is to be applauded and so I applaud you
maybe "my skeletons still hide in the closet
. scratching at the doors while I sleep
. trying to escape,to haunt me with my
innocence"
it gives your skeletons a more sinister persona
last stanza is both beautiful and sad, well dome I say and shine on
15th Jan 2014 8:18am
Thank you. I love what you provided and will change the poem because I too feel that that line could have been better.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Anonymous
15th Jan 2014 8:03pm
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