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.