A poem for Georgia the cockatiel

A poem for Georgia the cockatiel

Days like today,
Remind me of the past.
Warmth of the cold
A love I hope will last.
You fear I will not answer,
Upon your fearful call.
I would simply die,
If I ever hurt you at all.
I would end others’ to protect yours.
I would die without you.
I fear for you as I fear for myself.
Daily, I fight to get over you.
You are stuck like a wrench in a cog.
My mind will always come back to you.
The fact that you called,
Shows me you feel the same.

I kinda like Depeche Mode

Claudius Escher Wyatt
Claudius Escher Wyatt

Now you might give me condemnation,
As just another John the Revelator,
But I’m looking for a higher love.
I may have done wrong,
But you have nothing to fear.
You look at me,
I feel you.
You see me dressed in black,
Waiting for the night.
I just want to see you,
The sweetest perfection,
And no longer be locked in chains.
As for now,
I’ll suffer well,
I’ll leave in silence.
And I’ll just take a pain that I’m used to.

I found an old poem of mine about a stripper, and am probably going to work on a painting to go with it. Stay tuned