Precipice

June 29, 2011

Hands shake

Lips quake

Every nerve on edge while I plunge
over the ledge

Of the precipice so fondly known

As Love

Unable to wake

Resuscitate

The flames overcome me and nothing remains

No one refrains

Only to obtain that touch of emotion

We would give anything

Everything

All of me wishes, desires, presses

Forward longing, hoping, dreaming

Of that day

Love

So powerful, it makes one weak

And the weak it makes

Powerful

Colorful

Wonderful

Overkill is the entire point,

purpose,

And worship

Of this thing we call

Love

The author's comments:
A lyrical poem I wrote free verse/urban rap style. A fast-paced quatrain

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