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
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC
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
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
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