Miles Away

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    Miles Away

    MILES AWAY
    Ripped apart, like skin from bones
    Numbest of feelings, coldest of stones
    My wall is collapsing right in front of me
    I miss her already, how can this be

    I am a grown man, thought I had it all
    A grown man with total lack of control
    Over his soul, his thoughts and mind
    Those piercing eyes that my heart blind

    When I see her, I tremble with anxiety
    When she touches me, I loose a party of me
    I can’t help it, I am no longer tough
    I come to realize, I have fallen in love

    I can’t bare the thought of being without her
    I crave her voice; I need to hear it louder
    What have you done to me, don’t go away
    Please don’t ever leave, just say you will stay

    Would give anything to reach and hold her hand
    I’ll give it all to be caught on the path of her eyes
    They lift me up high, away from solid land
    They make me feel like the luckiest of all guys

    If she is a sickness, then I want to be ill
    Don’t cure me, don’t give me any pills
    If she is hunger, then don’t let me eat
    I am in love; I’ve been swept off of my feet

    I can write about her all day long
    I think of her to the beat of every song
    I see her no matter where I look or stare
    Even when I close my eyes, she is still there

    Ripped apart like skin from bones
    Colder than ice, hardest of stones
    I want her back safe, right here by my side
    I want to be with her, my beautiful bride

    Miss you...

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    aggieprof commented on Miles Away

    03-25-2009

    Very good but I found the change of design in stanza 5 disturbing. I.e. the rhyming scheme in all the other stanzas is aa bb. But in 5 it is ab ab. Did you do that om purpose?

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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