Scarecrow

Posted: November 20, 1992 in Poetry
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I
to look at you as a scarecrow
doesn’t work; you don’t scare me
like that.
my heavy heart just tends to grow
heavier; strength starts to tear me
apart.

II
you are a singular flame
that sears me awake
from a comfortable death
of being a man with no name.
I need you to love me somewhat;
you must speak your mind
thinking through every breath,
knowing exactly where to cut.

III
this is for no one else but you,
but don’t think you’re not the one.
this could mean any number of things.

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