Scraped skin on your knees I see,
Bearing compliments and a single flower with a droop in its neck,
Smothering the stem between your fingers, you clasp your hands
You beg and plead for a favor from me
You're mouthing these words into nearly full-blown paragraphs,
And you fill your mouth with saliva, almost drooling
As if they were waves crashing against an insubstantial barrier,
Your lips open and close with every utter,
And you describe the beauty of me,
And you soak your words with a depression that is almost touching,
And yet your eyes don't have the same feeling
You say that you want to be my knight,
And you say that your heart still carries a love for me,
And you try to remind me of all the other times,
The times of laughter and all,
And just to remember...
You try to say that you can make changes,
All the changes for the better and for my sake,
Yet what is the hint you can't take?
The changes I want are hurtful,
And I need no changes, I want to change no one,
And your skull is still thicker than sheets of steel
You still want me to ponder the idea
Yet here comes the day, in a sky of no rain,
Your arm interlocked with anothers in a way of love
I cock my head to gawk for the quickest second as I turn away,
My cheeks full of hot blood, I could burn my hand
So deceitful you are,
And I wouldn't have thought this day could bring a storm so heavy...
This is actually based off of something in my life that has happened recently. I am not really letting this bother me, but let me say I actually found this situation humorous. I thought I could take advantage of it also and twist it to a poem, that I so desperately need. I hope I did well on this considering I am very tired and it is nearly 4 am.