Shiny New Buckle
I may always appear like a shiny new buckle
gleaming in the morning sun,
freshly polished and ready to face the day
There is a side to me that very few see or even know -
the scared, tarnished soul afraid to allow,
too dark to dwell on
and to bright to see!
But now the buckle has lost its lustre
so bored of playing games and exhausted of the endless vanities of others!
I want forever to feel the light of every constellation beaming down on me -
the universal light of love and lust that is freely given without the need for negotiation, compromisation, deterioration...
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
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