Picket Fences
Your eyes were picket fences
A darker green than I remembered
We revisited that old story
Of what you did last December
A stone stuck in my throat
I’ve known puddles deeper than my words
I wondered if you could still hear them
I wondered if you even cared
Your arms, like a vice around me
But how could I ever cross that line?
Still, I held on to you, I needed you
I still wanted you to be mine
Your eyes were the tallest fences
You built up an invisible wall
And I didn’t know if I could break it down
Or if you wanted me, after all
I couldn’t speak for thinking too much
Your hands were fire on my skin
I know we all make mistakes, my dear
I know that we all sin
I forgave those picket fences
I let you cross your own line
I loved you then, as I love you now
I love you, I need you, we’re fine.
(c) 2007
Thank you very much for the award! I nominate Craig Watson.
philosophermouseofthehedge
December 7, 2011 at 12:25 am
Interesting post. I really like this phrase: “I’ve known puddles deeper than my words”.. Thanks for the good read
halfwaybetweenthegutter
December 7, 2011 at 5:25 pm
Thanks very much for the comment
Poets Rally
December 7, 2011 at 2:54 pm
well deserved award,
join us any time by Friday when you are free.
outstanding poetry along the way, truly enjoyed your lasting support.
keep rocking.
smiles.
xoxox
halfwaybetweenthegutter
December 7, 2011 at 4:58 pm
Thank you!
mbwilliams
February 4, 2012 at 10:11 am
A poet who questions the wisdom of their words…deep – unlike the puddles! I like this so much!