Fool Proof

I did it again. 

I lost the nerve. Soften up like butter under a warm knife's edge. Like a puppet drawn to fall off the ledge, yet again. 

They call it love... but for now it's just a distraction. 

Something to add another infraction, to my worklike satisfaction. 

This is reality, it's cruel and sensitive insanity

It brakes the deck right out from under me 

Suddenly I am lost, and seeking stability...

Pieces of my love, flying through the air

It is all leaking slowly into the atmosphere...

My sight is growing dim as those tears rush to my eyes

The body's way to spill those thoughts, over wich my heart and soul cries.

I pause... 

Silence... 

With nothing but a heartbeat.

Nothing but a memory of what this really could be.

With nothing but the piercing pain of my wanting heart.

I sit here in the dark, waiting for that life giving spark.

I know theres hope! 

But this is wrong, I've done something that I shouldn't have done,

Going somewhere I shouldn't have gone.

I slipped again, hanging off the ledge,

Displaying all my weakness as I fell over the edge.

I am now at beauty's mercy, dependant on her grace

Hoping, praying to my higher self, that it is not just her face.

I pause... I wait...

The darkness, has a very unnerving trait...

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In a flash of golden light rays! Her hand shines through...

"She reaches out!" I tell my self. "She reaches out for you!"

I hesitate, before I take her hand, and off we take, floating to the sky.

As if on wings of fire we fly and fly, oh we fly so high!

We see all the wonders! From the lowest earth to the highest sky.

She is my beauty,

She is my blood red rose.

She is my golden sunshine,

She is the greatest wonder a human could impose.

She is my falling raindrops, heavens waters of life.

She is my warming candlelight on a cold winters night.

She is my glowing butterfly, sweet, chocolaty delight.

...

She, is my lovey dove, always in color filled flight.

Author's Note

This is a progressive story turning for the better, or for worse?

Reviews

[Rusteesgirl]

Its more of a poem...

[Undying Glory]

well I'd say for the better, and the ending is really contrasting with the first few parts of the poem, kind of gives it extra meaning in my opinion. great