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Friday, July 17, 2009

Superhero

I leap out of the booth and take to sky

A trail of silver stars is all you see,

Unwilling to believe that I can fly

You cannot see the love that powers me.

I bend the bars of steel that hold you in

Allowing your escape from heartbreak’s hold,

My speed excites your lips and makes you grin

But still your smile is hiding something cold.

My x-ray vision peers behind your eyes

And cauterizing hurt I see a rose,

Your heart is on a podium – a prize

For me to win if I beat memory’s foes.

I wrap you in a cloak of magic charms

And fly you to the moon to watch you shine,

You see the light and fall into my arms

That past succumbs to super love divine.

Yet again, I did not write this but it’s simply beautiful[:

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