By ZoE
Date: 10 July 2000
Palms like flores
maps of stars on your back
trace my heart out of yours
out of mind
lines color flesh
like diamonds
you, in the shirt I dispise
lines chip away tears
because friends don't cry over eachother, lover
I see you chipped away
I know a girl who cried over Moby
Dick me over
he will when the time is right
to bring me near
words like coal pelt his body
soft and kind of sharp features
drown out the good features
maps of stars on your back
god is a woman in an ivory dress
for if he's a man
god knows, he'd need a woman
traces of you in my bed
keeps me o.k.
because I know I can feel you
creeping in my sleep
in 7th grade health class
I was told that any man who's
man enough to keep quiet
is a real man
and if your gay
and you don't tell
god will never know
never judge
never send you to the inferno
my baby grows big, healthy and thick
and I wonder if unlike her
you'd sink to the bottom
and waste away with me
god knows that's all I need
maps of stars on your back
like the you
I almost forgot exsisted
you sought to make me one of them
but then again I became none of them
all of them
are scared to make me their's
you bore holes in my lifelines
the lines that stretch veinly across rough palms
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