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Apr 2014
I don't know that my blackened lungs still stretch
because they love me back
or if that's why my ruptured heart still thumps like that
I just know I'd be lifeless without
the same way I'd love life less without you
Loving intently and at the risk
of never having another someone love me again
because your eyes say you don't
your lips say you can't
and you only keep feelings for a man you've never met
The perfect love...
a takes me dancing til my feet hurt for his strong hands
reminds me I'm adored because it crosses his mind again and again
cooks when I'm too tired to be wined and dined
two legs to stand on love
I've watched the opera from your vantage point
and the fool who portrays me killed off before the third act
How many anxious moments have you sat through
rooting for my demise...
loving intently on a hope and a prayer
scene after life shattering scene?
Flawed love...
a he can't catch me if I fall
or fall on hard times
hold me tightly when life won't let up
or hold my hand to put the world on notice
can't be seen in public like that
no legs to stand on love
I don't know that your smile thrives behind my half dead eyes
because they love me back
or if that's why my gut still fellowships with my soul like that
I just know enough to eat pride before the reasoning expires
the same way I treasure my gifts, I know...
at the risk of sounding redundant
You'll always be the only other someone I'll ever need to love me again
but your body screams yes
your heart just won't
and you only harbor meaningful emotion for a man you've never met
The perfect love...
fantastic with the kids, mine and his
ambitious stud in the boardroom and the bedroom
traveling the world taking our show on tour
introduce him to my father
two legs to stand on love
I'm still taller than my limitations
I'll massage your pain away with all the right things to say
the way you swore only I can
catch you if you fall for me again
hold you down on your way up, I know...
at the risk of sounding like a contradiction
and romance your fam from a beautifully realistic vantage point
Love!
The altar
Love!
and crush our first dance...
legs or no
second chances are in short supply...
derick gibbs
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derick gibbs  brockton, ma
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