In no way do I claim to be a poet. Art was always just a way to bring my insides out, and my poems are nothing more but pieces of me. My inner artist that aches for a response asks that I share this blog with people, but my nature of a perfectionist demands that I don't. If you stumble upon this, I appreciate constructive criticism. Remember, though: perhaps you can't see beyond ruins to the building that once was, so you can comment on its architecture. Perhaps, you take a look inside. This is a communion, after all.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Naked.

Let me
Crawl out of my skin.
Let me
Slip into yours.

The world looks
like such a better place
through your eyes.

And I'm not that ugly,
anymore.

So,
Let me
stay here for a while.
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