08/04/2008
I wrote this because I wanted to write a love poem. That said, it's not my best.
I'm excited for suggestions on this one.
I've been set on fire
One that can't be extinguished
But now when the time comes
You'll be able to distinguish
Me from the burns
That you're already treating
I haven't seen much bad
Since our first meeting
These arms are not strong
No, they can't lift much
But you can stay in them
Until you're warm enough
The scrapes, cuts and bruises
Felt like they'd never fade
But all cuts closed when I opened up
It seemed like a fair trade
And I'm still scared sometimes
But I can live with this fear
I can feel everything
When I feel you near
I feel like a canvas
Marked and ripped by would-be art
Your bright colours and pastels
Draw me a fresh start
There's things I've never said
And the feeling is so cathartic
It's like seeing a sun rise
In dark corners of the Arctic
I feel like a child
When your hand's behind my neck
I know I can hold it up myself
But it feels good when you protect
There's things I've never felt
And some things I never will
But whenever you kiss me
I can always get a chill
So if I find myself long gone
It hasn't been a bad fall
And any bruises it might cause
I'm sure you're worth them all
Words come easy, go the same
Sometimes forgotten too fast
But give me the chance & I will
Make sure to make them last.
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