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Passwords
by Jared OrlandoIf you meant even something to me
I guess Id let you in.
I might let the air in slightly through these windows
To toss your dark, flowing hair.
If you held a place in my heart
I think you would feel me.
It is already so hard to breathe
I can only scream your presence.
If I insisted that you belonged
In this weary arms I carry
I wouldnt even question
How close is too close.
If I made up my mind to let you
Be something, just anything to me
I dont think it would be like
Cutting teeth.
If I destroyed these brittle walls
That I protect with timid veins
To let you climb over the ruin
I suppose would be permissible.
But I worry that as of now
My questions create more questions
And it is true that I am a liar
And I have already let you in.
01/14/2008 Author's Note: It could only be you i think i have come to realize.
Posted on 01/15/2008
Copyright © 2025 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/15/08 at 03:04 AM I like that line from the comment. I almost wish it was in this thing. Very nice work. |
| Posted by Mark Maxey on 01/16/08 at 12:13 AM you said...."My questions create more questions
And it is true that I am a liar
And I have already let you in."
I liked that...I think you got the last word for sure. Good job. Welcome to Pathetic! |
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