Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 10:51 pm |
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This craven braveheart spoke of love,
dependent on your firm denial
else it would sabotage my plan.
Unspoken plea: Stay in your tower!
Don't take a step toward me now,
or reach beyond the formal.
Remain aloof, back off I beg,
and leave your flaws in hiding.
Don't bring the mother out in me,
or summon my compassion.
Maintain yourself, that's what to do,
side-step my declaration.
Fast-forward now, go on away -
don't even let the notion stay!
There is no pact, no obligation -
refuse this knowing of the “we”.
I'm not refined (such a mis-match)
so exiting to find another,
and dwell there in a graceful state -
safe from broad academy.
So why then did I speak at all -
why such a revelation?
I'm sure you erred, theoretically,
entwining earth with heaven.
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