Open Poetry #6 |
Well-intentioned Arms |
PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
It’s not that I choose to destroy That which only brings me joy, Or tear asunder, with words or deeds Those are things I avoid Yet, always seem to feed But she can’t possibly believe, She cannot believe in me Every fault is named, and all are mine Though I would take them back, in time Of course, those fates are never true She can plainly see the signs In all the damage I do But she can’t possibly know, She cannot know the more I show I won’t allow the mind to fret Over such sorrows, just yet A pall over the bad and the good, Enflame in fires I watch myself set Only because I could But she can’t possibly wait, She cannot wait – it’s too late If control was not so dearly bought, Many a man, it would have sought Before the damage irrevocably done, That’s what this empty embrace has taught Pain I bring, even if she’s the only one But she can’t possibly harm, More, than my well-intentioned arms |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is so sad and well written. Denise |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
thanks d, it is the most true statement about love. |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
I am so suprized at this wonderful poem, it had alot of admitting of what some of us do even when we know what could happen. Very nice, Cerenity-1 |
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