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Captains Bed!

A bird that doesn't want her wings clipped over love!

By Jennifer CooleyPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Captains Bed!
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~Captains Bed~

I let you let me go,

That day you climbed out

Of bed and walked away.

I didn’t make you stay,

I didn’t let you know

Who I was,

Or just what happened

The way I understood things,

I let you

Let me go,

That day

Because I was afraid,

To love, anyone,

Including you (R)

I was afraid of

Being hurt,

If I asked

You to stay,

But I don’t want

To be afraid anymore,

I want to save

The World,

For all that’s worth?

I want to write

And sing songs,

I will no longer

Be held back,

Or imprisoned from

The life I love,

I’m a bird

That deserves

To be Free,

I’m a bird,

That flies,

And deserves to

Have her wings,

I’m a bird that

Deserves to be

With another bird

Who loves me,

Another bird

Who’s wings are

Like mine,

Whose flight

Is so fine,

Like mine,

A Bird who

Can carry me,

And take care of me,

A bird who will always know

The way home,

For the two of us,

I know that no one in

The World can take care

Of me,

That way I know you could

If you were only just here

With me.

I let you,

Let me go that day,

I didn’t make you stay,

I feel the pressure of you

Bearing down on me,

Inside,

I feel your need,

For loving me

All the time,

I don’t know what to do

Can’t tell you

Just what happened,

I just know I’m filling

Up inside with the same need,

I want you like

Fire burning on me,

That I’ve felt a thousand times

In recent days,

It’s burning on me all of the time

I want to dance with you,

Until we both sweat

I want to dance

With you,

Until we’ve both

Fainted dead away,

In each others arms

And wake

To your loving charms upon me,

All over me all on me

Like a heavens Quake,

I ache and I ache and I ache

Each moment, of each hour

Of each day that I have to wait

For my spiritual husband to come to me,

And love me the way

We both need to be every day

For the rest of our lives,

In a way that only we know

How to do for one another!

On

Q!

love poems

About the Creator

Jennifer Cooley

I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!

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