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Tired
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Two the shadows shiver in place embracing
your beautiful face and just in case
your eyes flare I'm gonna look away and
not even dare to stare at you,
you'll vanish soon back into the moon
and I'll find myself back on that porch
of hell,
I can't kill it so I tell everything
the shadows move as I come closer to
you, I came as I am, the space between
our hearts is narrow, just enough room
you'll tell of all the lands you've seen
and risk being open with me, it's all
a risk but what could you possibly gain
remaining sane? your eyes will find the
hooded things in this dark...
gently comb my heart of what you want.
you're excitment from the other night
ignited me into memories that have not
yet occured... so I'll follow you and
all your hurt, hand it to me, I'll take
it away, easily.
I read this one several times just to be sure I understood were you were taking me. I don't know what this poem means, perhaps there is a struggle of some sort taking place but I don't see it. The title is also a bit odd, why did you choose to call it "tired"? Why are you tired?