12/30/2015 0 Comments Poem: The TowerI was climbing to you Digging my sweaty palms into your life I thought your hands looked like half-moons and detectives Who have been on desk duty for the past five months I planned to be the biggest case you had ever seen So I cooked up tornadoes in metropolises And dropped off incident reports on your desk Hoping that you'd grab that dusty brown jacket off your chair And come chasing after me I was reaching for you Looking down at each step I'd taken, Looking past your ugly features, Looking up towards a gleaming shadow that blew smoke in my face I was gripping onto you with all I had Letting a finger slip every once in a while Just so you would know I wasn't afraid of death I was afraid of you
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