sábado, 22 de septiembre de 2012

Beauty



The pain
The agony
The push
The pull
The screams
The cries

And then he came
Beauty
In my arms
In my life


At last we meet face to face
At last you are by my side

Those feet that used to push
Those arms that used to punch
That body that used to turn
That back that used to hurt
Right inside of me

No longer inside

Now on the outside

Rubbing my hands against you
Stroking my fingers along you

Poking you
Are you real?
Proding you
Are you real?
Touching you

Beauty

At last you are here

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