Not Long Left
Not Your Hero - Poem by Not Long Left
over muddy slippery hills,
and across weakend bridges,
through fields of overgrown crops,
and cliffs unsteady ridges.
in war ravaged, savaged ridden towns,
upon ticking bombs of man made hate,
above speared traps,
and slippery roofs slates.
i would go
to prove my love for you,
as everything else has failed,
and my tired heart impaled by your indifference.
my kisses find cheeks,
instead if your lonely lips,
my hands find my chest
instead of your hips
my words rebound
and fall to the ground
my eyes look in to your eyes,
but you cannot,
level with me.
i wish i could be your hero,
and blow away your pains,
but you chose me,
and i will try again and again.
till you smile, and we are one.
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