Thursday, August 22, 2013

Nadirah



As she walks with love 
thrown across her back 
I hate to see her all alone 
like that. If anyone could change 
how she believes- I can. 
Can she see the sky fall 
ill in her name? 
I can feel the holes faith drilled. 
I can hate just like she will. 
I can die alone on Friday nights
but I can't seem to stand still 
within her sight. 

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