over muddy slippery hills, <br />and across weakend bridges, <br />through fields of overgrown crops, <br />and cliffs unsteady ridges. <br /> <br />in war ravaged, savaged ridden towns, <br />upon ticking bombs of man made hate, <br />above speared traps, <br />and slippery roofs slates. <br /> <br />i would go <br /> <br />to prove my love for you, <br />as everything else has failed, <br />and my tired heart impaled by your indifference. <br /> <br />my kisses find cheeks, <br />instead if your lonely lips, <br />my hands find my chest <br />instead of your hips <br /> <br />my words rebound <br />and fall to the ground <br />my eyes look in to your eyes, <br />but you cannot, <br />level with me. <br /> <br />i wish i could be your hero, <br />and blow away your pains, <br />but you chose me, <br />and i will try again and again. <br />till you smile, and we are one.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-your-hero/
