What's in the Fridge?
Wish I had the strength to lie here,
here with you, so still,
no thrill, just until,
but you've got the strength to move me.
Wish I had the strength to die ,
die right here in your arms, feasting on you charms,
ignoring the alarms, just no harm,
You've got the touch that southes me.
Holding back, rolling back, and turning around,
reaching higher ground,
and not falling down.
Just use me.
Wish I had the nerve to try,
try to see, right inside of your heart,
a move not so smart, don't start,
cause every time you lose me.
I wish I had the nerve to cry, tears,
tears that could pry loose,
your hold upon my heart.
I pray to God you loose me.
Stepping back, reaching back,
what have I found, reasons abound,
shoes of a clown, who's wearing a frown.
Abuse me.
Wish I had the faith to fly,
fly through an open door, not touching the floor,
like you before, not caring anymore,
so you can't confuse me.
Wish I had the faith to see,
see the darkness in your eyes,
the truth behind your lies, your endless alibis.
Truth would you please amuse me?
Looking back,dreaming back,
to the days before your sack,was better off with the lack,
before I fell into the crack.
Long before you knew me.
12:45 pm
November 30, 2010 by Bobby Hill
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