Cover Me.

"In a poem, Me isn't always pertaining to the author directly; rather, he places himself in a person, either fictional or non-fictional, who experienced this situation."

- Maskinao

Cover me,

with your hands, with your grace,

Hold me close and touch my face.

Cover me with your love,
make me feel the warmth of more than a thousand suns.
You'll never have to go away.
Cover me, with your smiles, with your diamond eyes,
with every bit of blue sky there is in heaven.
Over me, over there.
I'll take you anywhere you want to go,
Over hills or mountains, we'll run away from it all.

Run away with me,

from the lights, from the sounds,
we'll pack our things and leave town.
We won't have to think of what they think about us,
We'll live a fairytale wherein we're the heroes,
I'll be the poor peasant and you'll be the princess,
and we'll fall so deeply in love and ever so restless.

Wait, hold on to me,

Don't haste, don't let go.
You're losing faith, from your tears, you show.

We scream and we fight, we cry and we fall.

We stand but we stumble.

You refuse to listen, My reasons you'll never know.

I refuse to understand,

Your pride you won't let go.

Cover Me,

with tears from your eyes,

with hurtful words and white lies.

You tell me, all you want to say.

You shut the the door and walk away.

I stand here, empty and dismayed,

Rain pouring in the beautiful month of May.

Over You, I'll never be.

Over seas and countries,

It's you I'll never see.
Over years and Eras,

It's still with you I'd rather be.

I Remember the times you lied with me,

on the grass, on the floor, on the table, and behind that door.

remembering the times we danced in the rain,

and we acted like we were drunk and insane.

Where are you?

Who are you?

It feels i barely even know.
that person who made me smile the sweetest smile,
and made me feel like i was the luckiest guy.