can see scars so clearly,
and that you see mine I’m certain.
I’ve always liked a man in armor,
with scars and marks to ease my,
somewhat, troubled mind.
Perfectly imperfect; those are the words to describe you best.
So beautiful, perfectly handsome,
with human emotions, dreams and fears.
A man who not easily shows his tears.
Not too proud, not too bold,
not too flattering, and yet not at all cold.
Heaven, ‘tis you.
It simply must be true.
I sense depth to match my bottomless emotions.
Without need for asking “why”, I feel the ground disappearing before my feet.
Falling into my certain demise,
I’m sure that this time,
I’ll be comforted and reassured;
and not set aside.
Whether or not your embrace is for me, time will tell.
I sense within that this time it’ll still end well.
Fleeting love; moments of joy.
My insecurity, I wonder if it shows.
Am I old, worn and tired?
Cold as well?
I can be so brutal when I want to be.
Love isn’t my game; I don’t know how it’s played.
Set up the play for me and I’ll follow it through.
Just don’t leave me shackled and abused.
Questions asked in order
To save my life or will he take it again
The answer no to avoid death is just an other game
The answer yes would make it,
Make it go away the red stained skin could glisten under the moon and form pretty pictures to lead you to the bullet….
Do you believe in God?