This has been amazing
as if everything I've treasured
has become partially true
his eyes are deeply penetrating
sensibly the brutal truth
But nothing will stop
this anxiety
my concern is in his expression
his only ability of intensity
has led to my affection
I cannot smile
then look away
and think of something else
maybe for awhile I think it's great
until I'm trapped inside myself
My own intentions
have become unknown
because of such a sacrifice
setting there, with him alone
my needs have become enticed
But then I know
I stop and wait
I treasure all I have
But then the words, he could say
The brutal truth, made him such the man
The Brutal Truth is that this is a great poem...keep up the good pen!
yeah......what matt said
"But then I know
I stop and wait
I treasure all I have
But then the words, he could say
The brutal truth, made him such the man"
one of the best endings of your poems that i have heard that didnt end with the word fuck