Always Only Mine

Rating: 4.5

You speak your life in poetry.

Your heart broke like ice on the tin roof,
wide and running, over metal, overhead.
Then it fell, on a mission,
over the edges.

You cried up a lonely midnight,
infinite black and starless depth.
As vast as the grief you've promised yourself
until the day of your death.

I could sink my fingers
into a red seeping pain,
as visible as the breaths
that you struggle to take.

But I only want to help.
Always. Only. Better. For you, baby.
I'll gather you up sweet
with those 'things that were done.'
Call them lessons,
though I wish I could wish them away.
Stay.
And I'll take care of you tenderly, my poet
Always. Only. Better. For you.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cliff Morman 24 December 2004

Thats just too much I think I just figured myself out thanks to you

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Kelly Allen Vinal 24 December 2004

Very touching piece.

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Herbert Nehrlich1 23 December 2004

Very nice and warm. He is lucky. H

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