I'm grasping for the surface in this,
Your suspense beckons me
Will I find, in the end, that it was of naught?
Will I be forged of the steel,
That requires my thoughts of you?
Can I breathe now?
The lack of substance in your glare.
The glance that cautions me to follow.
Over tried as the victim,
Of your lust.
27 October 2007
Forgetting Steel
I'm grasping for the surface in this,
Your suspense beckons me
Will I find, in the end, that it was of naught?
Will I be forged of the steel,
That requires my thoughts of you?
Can I breathe now?
The lack of substance in your glare.
The glance that cautions me to follow.
Over tried as the victim,
Of your lust.
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