Alright, another poem. This one was originally intended for last week's poetry theme of Affection, but I never got around to submitting it. Also, was my gift to Jess for her birthday.
This is What I'll Always Do I Promise
You toss me cruelly into the corner,
Feeling like an abandoned childhood toy,
I sit the knees under my chin,
But I'll be here all the while, forlorn and torn.
I'll be watching from this little abode,
Ready to catch you whenever you fall,
Retreating back into the shadows,
Here one moment, gone the next.
My heart doesn't blanch at iron swords,
It's a stone wall; the bullets just ricochet off,
But those double words blew it to smithereens,
And I'm left to salvage the far flung pieces.
But I just let it settle to blowing dust,
For 'âm not hindered by obstructions,
It's not worth remembering and grudging against,
For something so small doesn't matter after awhile.
I used to wish youâre a stranger I can disengage,
But I find disregardâs not an Angels virtue,
No, I won't ever ever breakaway from this,
It's part of me now; it's not just a moment of hi and bye.
I'm over my head, over my head,
And now it's not a hidden secret no longer,
They tell me I've lost my mind to stay,
And perhaps I'm not my own master.
I'll always be here no matter what,
I'm not one to cry over the sordid past,
For with the past I'm done and over with,
I look straight North to the shining Arctic Aurora.
You can say anything you want to me,
For momentary anger is the best I can muster,
I'll gladly be your punching bag if it brings you happiness,
And I'll stay up with you all night if I can make life better.
God must have been drunk on vodka that day,
That day I first met with you,
I feel happy to know you, bless you,
Though I feel sad that I don't deserve this honour.
My presence always floats and hovers by,
I'll be here to hear all your woes and troubles,
For the sad do not deserve to feel the same throughout,
For that's what I'll always do I promise you.
Walking a tight rope of taunt feelings,
Lay down a list of what is wrong in your world,
And I'll do my best to help to the maximum,
For that's what I'll always do I promise.
I'm not the nicest person in the world,
Day in day out I do the best that I can,
Shoring up all my flaws with honey and sugar,
For that's what I'll always do I promise.
The things I forgo, the things I do just to talk to you,
I do so without a hesitant regret,
For I would trade gold dust for the Star of Africa,
For that's what I'll always do I promise.
When the burdens feel too heavy,
You can let go, I'll help you carry them,
For after all I do care and worry all the time,
For that's what I'll always do I promise.
At times I wonder if it's all worth trying,
For sometimes it seems to all be futile,
Yet I try again, for time and time again,
For that's what I'll always do I promise.
My words and actions fail to make an impression,
The beginning of the end or the end of the beginning,
But no, I don't turn around and just give up on you,
For that's what I'll always do I promise.
Every single night you cry yourself to sleep,
And it would be so much easier for me to ignore you,
But no, I simply wont leave you in such a state,
For that's what I'll always do I promise.
Every single night you cry bitterly about it,
And a thousand miles away seven hours away,
Someone else does care and cry,
For that's what I'll always do I promise.
For that's what I'll always do I promise,
For that's what I intend to do,
For that's because I want to,
For it's because i'ts for you.
Alright, wasn't exactly a graet poem. And feel free to poke fun.
