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Scarlet Letters

Finding the balance the balance of syntax and symantics for the words of love..
I am the unsent scarlet letter. Tucked somewhere between Revelations and Acts

In her family bible.

The one you don't subscribe to.

Worn at the edges,

Handwriting faded...and still looking for a stamp

or a lightening bolt from the heavens.

Cut me and you will see

All the things you have ever wanted to say

but were too afraid

(to hurt, to risk, to untie your arms).

Because it's just so damn comfortable

Just to go with the flow.

Comfort is king and she rules

(In the Land of Settlefor)

But one day,

When the last breath wheezes across your stiff lips,

Then you will find me.

In all the ways you ever wanted.

She set me free to know and love you.

And I'm the only one who ever did.

No one ever knew the real you, because you never let them see

behind the curtain of dripping paint

And tears kept in rolling coffee cups

In closely guarded closets.

Until then I wait

Until forever I wait.

And before my own last breath

I will touch you again.

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