Steps
It’s over! Is your last sentence and final sentence.
You accused me of pushing you through the edges
Every time you’re giving up, I make a new entrance
Every steps closer is ruined by a thousand wedges
To remove my skeletons you need a stronger dredge
You tired of trying and overlooking my hawthorn hedge
In my vulnerability my guards are up or so you allege
My impenetrable walls constantly keep you up at night
You are done and you refuse to do one more pledge
You said it: the grasp of my past still hold me tight
Your eyes and your kisses melt away my prudence
Each touch makes me want to skip too many bridges
All these walls built for a better and stronger resistance
Your wit lightened my days and remove my trudges
Your smile lessen pains that I have yet to acknowledge
In your arms there's no doubt and no unwanted gledge
Your heat consumed me but don’t remove my privilege
Yet every time you step too close to my heart, I flight
Even when I know the pain instilled cut like razor-edge
Yes again: the grasp of my past is still a stronger fright
I have experienced the youthful and joyful exuberance
The blissful impudence pushing to take on Everest’s ridges
I’ve repeatedly been through the high of new romance
It always ended up in dysfunctional and painful smidges.
Each time my heart is abandoned like a broken sledge
So I can’t stop wondering if that soul willingly impledged
Isn’t a phantom of my past pushing me over one more ledge
For I have met you in another pretty face and amazing sight
But I was left with pain and unhealable scars, I acknowledge
You are right: the wounds of my past sill hold me in affright.
I can’t promise a better tomorrow without yesterday’s edge
I can’t crumple the walls that have worked to my advantage
But if you take me through the steps I’ll make it thru the night
I’ll follow your lead step by step, I know you and I can manage
Maybe the love in your eyes is enough to bring me to daylight.
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