My skin
My skin is a veneer
A thin façade behind which the real me fights to shine through
I want to peel away the covers
Rip away my human skin
Throw it away
Free to fly
To skim the worlds oceans
With the tips of my fingers
Humanity is a blessing and a curse I must carry
My skin is a veneer
And I hate it
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people say i am an actaual angel and in my dreams my wings are beautiful yet i long to touch them i can see them yet i am cursed with never being able to run my hand over one
Please tell me what you think
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okayi tried to comment but something went wrong, but i was saying that this is an amazing poem and while some ppl can't even see their wings ,you ar lucky to see yours, and one day you will touch them, but they will have another form. keep it flowing
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mmm....really liked that one. That's sort of how I feel, like my soul is bigger than this accursed physical body, and I just need to rip it away and get some breathing space. Good job! I really did love this one.
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thanks it is good people can relate to it although it is not my soul as such but more a set of ten foot angel wings that i see in my dreams
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Wow, wonderful piece, loved the imagery and words you used, real beautifully expressed, keep up your good work!!
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i am glad you like it subliminal girl
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Love the word usage. Though it fills me with as much pain as you.
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thank you skylar. i just wish i could feel them (please forgive me if i sound like i am having a teenaged angst moment)
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not at all. My whole life is a teenage angst moment.
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no it aint
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you're right, just this year
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nope you aint in teen angst mode at all
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