maybe it's the mirage
of acceptance
of my human condition
but I keep looking
for a way to dig
the heel of your
combat boot youth
and frightened immaturity
out of my back

so many faces
reminding me of you
who never had time
you, who traded your life
for a cheap whore
during the promise
breaking, for young love

and your TET offensive
recovery
comes at a high price
for me now
some thirty-four
years later
before finally knowing you
really love me

your acceptance
secretely sought
in the arms of every man
I have ever loved
never loved enough
by any one
for lack of you

the ever comedian
stage front for saving
others to save yourself
and I forgive you
for not knowing
how to love

Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 02/26/2013 12:58PM by frost42_24.

hard to do

Nicely done, Frosty.

Les

thanks.