too old?
we are not too far apart
but I still
felt like a creep
I backed
off
I took my hands
Off
her demands
Were Soft
Im not a surfer dude
Crude and rude
I’m respectful
And right
Did she want
me to fight
For her love
As she pushed me away
Again?
a mistake
Can cost you
A life’s love
Or two
when you admire
a lady
with a brain on fire
you must dance
delicately
do not break her
you will lose
her beauty
but even as the smoke clears
you think of her
embers and ash
where she were
close by.
run a hand through
what you knew
A black ashen mark
on the tip
Of a finger
to match the
black ashen mark
across the heart
the fire is weakened
wobbling at the slightest breath
I am sorry
I feel like a scoundrel
A monster
Worse than a creep
Slain not by fire
As I sleep
But by the cold
With her gone
let us hope the wind blows
and a new day breaks
a spark that takes
from an ember
fire awakes
again
fire chooses
If she burns again
old wood
like me
sometimes burns the best
with a lady
who needs
warmth in her chest
Again
( from honest good love )
(Edited 2 minutes later.)
@previous (B)
this is a hate crime I am going to have to post one line at a time