He held my hand to own my fingers... and all the dark clouds I forgave, till stumbled I into my grave; and still I begged to understand--- 'til I spied shovel in his hand...
In truth, this light I can't deny. Forebearance in a crypt--I'll die. Each day a shovelful of earth, each night another demon's verse.
--------------- me thinks you've been reading too many of Michaels poems again *smile* me thinks you need a hug too. and perhaps day in the sunshine I'll meet you there.
exceptional and quite powerful poem here me sweets... dark and oh so enchanting much like the poet. take care,please *S* jm
It's amazing How you make your face just like a wall How you take your heart and turn it off How I turn my head and you lose it all ... And it's unnerving How one move just puts me by myself There you go just trusting someone else Now I know I put us both through hell ... I'm not sayin That there was nothing wrong I just didn't think you'd ever get tired of me And I'm not sayin We ever had the right to hold on I just didn't wanna let you get away from me. ~MB20~Leave