Try me again and again and again. When my mind can always end of my love for you, after which I start to ache none of your touch.
By Test6 years ago in Poets
At my expense, you will always use all of my civility. you will always abuse my kindness. you will always make my mental anguish in turmoil.
Howl unto me, praise that affection of yours. Let me be the one, I alone will always put you in a pedestal, where no one can make you a goddess.
Paint me my past with your pride. Thus all brushes put aside. In all the warmest colours, pick me a hot cold hue, called, "You."
I am, but a person. That can always, see without my sea of ocean. Thus that water crashes on the brown crags of my cheeks.
As is would be your red vermilion smiles, smirking me all the way from Sears, JCP, Macy's. Licking me with your Cinnabon icing curls.
Where are you, I am here. What are you, as always here. Why do you bother, coz I want you and need to pester you. Must you always come up in the place I dunwanya to be.
I will never bow to me. I will always use my own subjective fallacies that may or not be of use to my tools that loves you but not me.
I have only known an icon for far so long. Sure you have gone to a place, where your true form and grace, at peak none for exploitation,
Others died on their end, While some took notice of an easy way out. Yet their life still goes on, Upon each quatrain, an iambic sensibility;
A sleek black veil come over me, A pale blue-grey linen covers not, Only a soaked chin from a blind rage never stops. Submissions were the only thing hold us,
So you see, Each time you talk, Each time we walk, I do try to lightly touch yours, As you always brush my hands away. . .