i troubled myself
for the tremble and amble motive
the soft pink around his eyes
from less sleep from more talk
the lilt of his voice, a laugh that carries
and a tongue tying itself around chaos and argumentation
with the easy of a lover
to the insecurities hidden in books
and smiles and chitter chatter
a polite man, a gentle warmth
a passionate fighter with grace and conscious
my white knight in fleece armour
bucking the future he had in the past
and a credible sense of sorrow
my urge, met by the pillow side manner
of a want and a cuddle
1 comment:
I LOVE it!
"my white knight in fleece armour
bucking the future he had in the past
and a credible sense of sorrow
my urge, met by the pillow side manner"
I love how you bend cliches, and make familiar imagery fresh again. And I think there's nothing more telling of great poetry than when you feel the poem was written for you, and that's exactly how I felt!
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