press your lips to mine
let me taste the wine
lingering on your lips
on you, i need to feed
my heart needs to bleed
before eventually it rips
do not turn away
turn into the fray
that is easy for you
what makes you afraid
what is it that has made
this so hard to do
do you not trust
your heart turned to rust
or could it be me
or is it you are afraid
or you wanted to get laid
i really can't see
because i gave you more
than some kind of whore
that's not what you want
so, i had it all wrong
sappy love song
so i continue to hunt
because my heart aches
that i cannot fake
the lingering desire
it may smolder
as i grow older
still within, the fire
-- IR Shackleford
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10 comments:
Mr. Shackleford? Up so early with your poetry? Do you ever sleep? Were you tossing and turning? Your mind full of...unbridled passion? Thanks for your honesty. Poetry needs that. :)
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.
Yes, she was afraid of losing herself to you.
Jane & Aurore: TY.
Button: I do not mean this to sound sarcastic in the least but, do you think? I kinda like to think so.
It seems that way to me. It's what I would fear...but then I would just take the plunge anyway
:-p
Button: hmmm, maybe like me, you have a few self-destructive tendencies. :)
Maybe??
LOL! Absolutely!
I am having that kind of a day as well...this really touched me in a moment where my heart is sore, thanks for this.
We seem to all feel what you are feeling. Been there, done that. Beautiful post :)
Wow! I read it multiple times - eloquent and simply beautiful!
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