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ache

Posted to Action Poetry




can i tell you
that sometimes
i wait for you
to snap?
to go crazy?
to shake
your golden hair
and burn the
cake?
i wait...
i know
that underneath
the crisply
ironed
exterior
there's another you
that you want to
let go
let her run
let her hair go
unbrushed
mussed from
love
wild...
i know she's there
and i can only
guess at
how your perfection
really must
ache