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Two On his dreamy front porch with cords of white beneath me
He leans my way and rests his days his thought upon me
This load can I bare?
Should I run away cuz he deserves so much more...
And needs so much more then just me
His eyes are oh so deep
He's sinking inside me
He's been inside my mind and plotted his course carefully
He's come out succesfully
My feet have traveled his path and still do so everyday
On his dreamy front porch is where my wonder went
To find it was the end
Tears spilt again over nothing
Over bad dreams
And inside my bad dreams are haunting things
Things that hurt and sting
That make my stomach churn
If I told this angel of all I've been through
Upon him would be placed a certain doom
A certain doom that has been burnt into my flesh my Fingertips....
To remove it would be fatal cuz I'm already gone
I can't believe that I'm so gone
When on cords of white I'm seated
All around me light
Eyes staring so I try to fight
Why do I try to fight an angel
Because I could never hide from those eyes
To fight would mean death so save me
But my angel saving me could be fatal
It will be hard...
I'm already gone
Long gone
You have really done a good job on this one because normally I don't like poems that start off lines in lower case. Call me crazy, I know. This one is excellent. I especially like the open image with the porch of cords. Almost makes me wonder if the man wants to hang himself in order to avoid intimacy.