Sticks and Stones (Battleground of Love)
I wish I could hold you again
the privilege is too much for me to give up
I realize that dreams ever so often come true
I can only hope and pray to Cupid that
this particular wish is granted.
As the hands on the grandfather clock continue to move,
I am becoming older in regret
I am succumbing to this torture that
I have inflicted on myself.
Don’t you think I have suffered enough?
Haven’t you put me through enough by
being arms length away from me?
At an unbearable distance away from me?
I have fought this battle of
love once before
and I have won a few battles
on opposing grounds.
I have never encountered such
a war tactic like yours
my defenses are down and I am
on the offensive attack.
My heart is on the front line
taking the bullets of rejection.
Why do you hold yourself back?
Why do you torture me with such a
We aren’t getting any younger, you know?
Shall we make peace instead of war?
The bloodshed to my heart
cannot continue any further.
I am waving the white flag, surrendering
Not forever, though, when I am
strong enough I will return in an
attempt to once and for all win you over.
WRITTEN AS CURIOSITY
© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Excerpt from page 31 of A Rose in the Name of Love