Mel. D. Poems
|4.||Daddy's Little Soldier||9/26/2012|
|5.||In The Corner||10/13/2012|
|9.||So Far Away||7/17/2014|
|12.||In Your Arms||10/7/2012|
The red line slowly rises,
Puffy and bold against my pale arm.
Why must I make so many promises
If I'm the only one that I harm.
It's my only escape from everything,
My salve for life's harsh burns.
It's for when challenges are flaring
and it seems as if insanity governs.
It's for when friends just don't understand
And are suddenly horrible at advising.
When there is no helping hand,
The pain looks its most enticing.
It's for when the secrets get heavy
And I can't risk letting myself shout.
When I need some relief badly,
If I told you I didn't like you,
Would that fix my sin?
If I were to say I wasn't in love,
Would you love me again?
I was an idiot to let you know
That I love you in this way.
But there is nothing I can do now,
There is nothing I can say.