Each separation gathers
A pound for pound
Anxiety - a distrust
In both myself the other
Though love is true
The foundation can still
Be rocked, like a flimsy ship
In a rolling storm
We are slaves to bad information
We want to believe the worst
For the worst is something much more
Tangible than the positive
Why be chained to unfortunate luck?
Why linger on past events gone sideways?
I miss the heat we would produce
The naked truths we stared at
Unflinchingly, at times, unknowingly
Rising in this noon day sun
My lover gone and far away
We share our thoughts, our memories
Our insufferable means to our ends
But the horizon holds true
As the red sky begins to turn blue
In this voice my promise is elusive
When one asks for forgiveness
They must realize their soul will be bare
50's in their might had their chance, and well
Here we are, in the dark, asking whose to start
And when I started it was by chance
My hands took to the page
Like a flirt would with a glance
And in my terror I discovered my own lies
My own truths, swearing never
To chase another's life or prize
In solitude the poet must wither
Like the lone redwood in forgotten forest
The myth of the angel hangs over my bed
But instead of worrying of the right definition
Allow each to fight for the life it thinks it deserves
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 5:54 AM UTC
Each separation gathers
A pound for pound
Anxiety - a distrust
In both myself the other
Though love is true
The foundation can still
Be rocked, like a flimsy ship
In a rolling storm
We are slaves to bad information
We want to believe the worst
For the worst is something much more
Tangible than the positive
Why be chained to unfortunate luck?
Why linger on past events gone sideways?
I miss the heat we would produce
The naked truths we stared at
Unflinchingly, at times, unknowingly
Rising in this noon day sun
My lover gone and far away
We share our thoughts, our memories
Our insufferable means to our ends
But the horizon holds true
As the red sky begins to turn blue
In this voice my promise is elusive
When one asks for forgiveness
They must realize their soul will be bare
50's in their might had their chance, and well
Here we are, in the dark, asking whose to start
And when I started it was by chance
My hands took to the page
Like a flirt would with a glance
And in my terror I discovered my own lies
My own truths, swearing never
To chase another's life or prize
In solitude the poet must wither
Like the lone redwood in forgotten forest
The myth of the angel hangs over my bed
But instead of worrying of the right definition
Allow each to fight for the life it thinks it deserves