Darling;

A Poem by Lavon Forkeeps

Let's talk.

Awake with me,

darling,

I'm afraid I couldn't sleep.

And if you could spare but a moment,

I could shake off this defeat.

Listen now,

darling,

because I just can't lie to you.

And while my dreams are exhausting,

they are also, coherently true.

I've been fighting the good fight,

darling,

well aware of the snares of the bad.

And you think that I've hurt you now;

Well I gave it all I had.

My fever is finally breaking,

darling,

my concern fall not on your pride.

For I'd be no good woman,

if I were dead inside.

Because if love grew on trees,

darling,

we'd wither every fall.

With the warmth not to cushion us,

the whispers of winter would call.

And if love grew from the ground,

darling,

we should surely drown.

We would surely greet a blatant Hell

when the sky came tumbling down.

I'm coming to a point,

darling,

there are words I beg to say;

But you've numbed my tongue, oh,

with your jars of heartache marmalade.

If defeat could be cured,

darling,

then love would grow on trees.

It would grow up from the dirt

and it would kiss with every breeze.

But defeat cannot be cured,

darling,

it simply rages with no sound.

But it won't be so quiet,

my darling,

when the sky comes tumbling down.

© 2012 Lavon Forkeeps

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MachinaWriter

Do people blink when they read your work? I just wonder if you know how talented you are; or, do people just blink, blankly, when they read your work. Because this is good, as are the few others I've read. I read this one with a clear rhythm as I went, which was honestly very easy to go with after those first two stanzas, which were brilliant. I'm a fan of repetition in my work as well, so it finds its way into a lot of my writing. It matches the way I think, in many ways. Once again, thanks for the read.