Wednesday, 20 January 2010

An ode to reckless teenage bravado.

You're the victim of
Fear in vanity's clothing.

But I still
Want you,
And need you,
And adore you;

Even though you might
One day
A supernova;

But, I'm secure
In the knowledge that
You'll never
Into a
Black hole.

Kick up the leaves,
And curse the heavens
For being too perplexing;

But one day
You'll know them
Like your palms,
And psalms,
And everything else in your dreams.

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