Jul 2012
I look down:
Control sinks away with every drop of sweat
Beading together slowly, tickling my face
And reminding me what loss is
Surely soon this will be over
And I will fight for her no longer
Her full form still reminds me
Of a task I must complete
You are beautiful, I confess
Lies now seem to ease her less
A word devoid of meaning
A joke told too many times
She smiles politely
And as I look down at her I feel my heart begin to tickle my face
And almost purely out of instinct,
I look away, to save myself
Control sinks away with every drop of sweat
Beading together slowly, tickling my face
And reminding me what loss is
Surely soon this will be over
And I will fight for her no longer
Her full form still reminds me
Of a task I must complete
You are beautiful, I confess
Lies now seem to ease her less
A word devoid of meaning
A joke told too many times
She smiles politely
And as I look down at her I feel my heart begin to tickle my face
And almost purely out of instinct,
I look away, to save myself
Note: This poem is really raw, please feel free to leave some feedback as to what I might be able to change.
Also the current title, "Shelves" is a working title. One of my other works that this was transformed from was titled shelves so if you have any idea as to a title feel free as well
Also the current title, "Shelves" is a working title. One of my other works that this was transformed from was titled shelves so if you have any idea as to a title feel free as well
