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I feel afraid,
afraid to hold your hand,
because I know,
I won't be your only man.

I feel afraid,
to tell you how I feel,
because I know,
that none of this is real.

I'll put my faith in tomorrow,
knowing it won't run away.
I know I have a future,
and I know that you can't stay.

So please,
don't make me,
say go.

Don't tell me,
what we have is real.
I know how,
you really feel.

Don't tell me,
you love my laugh.
This love is false,
it will not last.

I've never been one to let in,
the people who love me most.
I've been let down too much,
to let someone in too close.

So please,
don't make me,
say go.

I don't want you to go.
I just want you to know...
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
 Dec 2014 Jay
wordvango
no beginning
we all forget
to send
a forward
or regret
not saying
I apologize
like lemons or
lemmings we follow
to the cliff bitter
better yet we fall off
rather than
say
I am sorry,
 Dec 2014 Jay
i
oh darling
 Dec 2014 Jay
i
it‘s funny you know,

how i need other people to forget about you,

but then they leave and i'm left alone with my thoughts, once again,

and all my thoughts are about you,

so, i guess you could say it‘s just the
two of us, darling.
 Dec 2014 Jay
Justyce Regular
I'm trying to recall a moment where I really knew myself
I used to count every single sun kissed lamppost
I used to taste every single wine drenched kiss
Now my nights and days are all jumbled and joined up into one
And my lips cannot recall a single second of solitude in a slumber
I used to love the way my guitar sounded when it was raining
I used to love life and the way it flipped back and forth
Following no specific pattern, creating no schedule
Now my life is a calendar of days I can't remember
and nights I slept through not even knowing what the stars looked like
I used to count the stars

I guess all I'm trying to say is I used to be in love with love
and now I have to fight to keep it
 Dec 2014 Jay
Justyce Regular
cheers
 Dec 2014 Jay
Justyce Regular
this is not a poem. it's more of an anthem, to honour all the nights i set my hair on fire with the wind & to raise a glass to all my glasses of wine brought on by poems written under candlelight. i'm not a writer, i'm just a woman paying tribute to you & all the ways you made my chest ache with infatuation & my finger tips tingle with skin-on-skin interaction. this is not a poem, i am not an artist. i am merely recollecting, reminiscing all the nights my skin was wild with alcohol & my breath was breathing out endless love letters & my guitar was singing out holy hymns. i was praising something. i was praising my body & the way my arms always unfolded for you & the way we always seemed to fit together. even when we didn't. but no, this is not a poem. i am not romantic but i was madly, romantically in love with you.
thank you, thank you, thank you kind friend.
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