Spunky Minx Poems

I want to break my hands of glass,
those hands that have kiss stains from you everywhere.
I can´t wait to clean, I can´t wait to take care,
I just want them to leave, I just want you to stay.
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I'm all alone, and it's starting back again:
my jeans are ripped and my shoes are soaked.
I stopped the growth and began the pain;
while I stood so big, my clothes got small.
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I wish, for a day, for everything calm:
there's nothing to fulfill, and we are alone—everything's done.
Everyone left, so I walk barefoot, and we have time to learn and be,
your hand in mine, at first it's strange, but then, with change, comes ease of mind.
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I lend you my pinkie
And now I can feel your pulse,
A whole world wrapped around my finger
I fill with love and your hand's the source.
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I'm tired of pride and low-valued dignity,
Of walking away, lonely, crying, all mighty.
I'll take off my boots,
So I don't run away.
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My hands sting,
My legs still tremble,
There's nothing here
for me to cling.
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I am god.
I am everywhere and I can't deny I.
Every thing I've thought, I has listened.
Every thing I've been, I has known.
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Im waiting on my tiptoes for you to appear before me,
For you to tear my ankles and make me fall down to your feet.
My skin and bones are the only things,
That will offer some resistance,
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I want to start all over, finish to lose, then disappear.
Erase all that I was and how that made people feel.
Be quiet and mourn, for the me that I've lost,
And if it grants me some peace it's worth the cost.
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A cricket plays its tune
And my heart shrinks in surrender.
There's so much love, and so much life
That it beats so I can breathe through.
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