Love Ya, Spargo Postle
New to the site so thought I would offer this...
Dear Critic...
by Spargo Postle.
My naked mind is set before you,
inner torments and terror.
Cut me open
so i may heal over again,
not so deep i may die.
Force me to be me,
i will never be you.
Entice me to be better,
i covet your knowledge.
Soothe me to my private greatness.
You are better than me,
aren't you?
You are more literary than me,
aren't you?
You are my salvation?
Before my dreams fade to daylight,
before my suffering takes me under,
before my spirit tears apart,
before my ashes are spread,
please,
say you like me...
Poetry by Spargo Postle
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Written on 2011-09-10 at 14:55
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