thank you, Sir

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i need You like i need air
i was nothing before You were there
to pick up my broken form
before You i was torn
between what i thought i should be
and what i knew i'd want and need
You told me it was okay
even though my emotions were frayed
You picked up the pieces and promised me
You could make love beautifully
so that all the monsters would go away
Your little one could always stay
by Your side and never fear
as long as You were near
no insecurity and no flaw
would ever come close to claw
at Your little one's life
like the rusty bloodied knife
that she had always known
with you, Sir, i have flown
never a moment of regret
that moment, i'll never forget
when You told me You were serious
and if i wasn't You'd be furious
i took a leap and have been at peace ever since
these memories i like to reference
when i feel a little down, they carry me
i want to please you Sir, for eternity

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painful_rapturepainful_raptureabout 10 years agoAuthor
Tsotha

You are right. When I'm typing I hear it in my head and sometimes skim over what I'm actually writing and miss things like that. Thank you for pointing that out :)

TsothaTsothaabout 10 years ago

An interesting sentiment. I especially liked these lines:

"before You i was torn

between what i thought i should be

and what i knew i'd want and need"

Hm... I also think your poem could use a few line breaks, to separate the separate ideas in there. At one point I had some trouble determining where the "sentence" started and ended:

"at Your little one's life

like the rusty bloodied knife

that she had always known

with you, Sir, i have flown

never a moment of regret"

In my mind, there is a "stop" missing between the third and fourth line above.

Ashesh9Ashesh9about 10 years ago
Comtesse Leopolda von

Masochista , painful 'Raptor ?!! 5-ed .

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