May I Drink Your Tears?
May i eat your laughter
and drink your tears?
and then after
that may i sweetly speak
my words, the rich and the bleak,
into your ear?
brush your locks
of hair aside,
and i'd
even take my foolish pride
and hide
it under a rock
outside
so that in your soul i may reside.
I am a box that's locked...
but you have pried me open
-5: 49 - 5: 54 p.m.; 11-28-2012-
poem by Ray Quesada
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