January 2012
2 posts
Poetry Slam #2
You rip me apart,
From the moment we start to the moment we stop.
Your kisses undo me, unraveling each knot.
And I stop and I wonder do I even have a shot?
When I’m like putty in your hands.
You break down my walls and put your own barriers up,
My defenses are yours.
When you look at me, I crave each longing gaze.
And when you look away I’m lost.
What is this matter, the...
Poetry Slam
Last remaining soldier,
Do you know the wars been over,
For a couple of years now?
And where are your sleeping quarters?
Do you bunk near your enemies?
Last remaining soldier,
When you feel like your job is done,
We all would like you to come home,
Because the fights have all been won,
We’re just waiting for you to catch on.
Last remaining soldier,
Do you know why you even fought...