This was co-written by the lovely and inspiring Craig Turner
I don’t think he knows his affect on my smile
A paper cut tastes too reminiscent
A stronger feeling grows all a while
Sat at the back breathing back smoke
Covering the eyes of doubt, I woke
Subjected to immediate peril
Visions of what only the weak eye can spot
Inevitably reactions won’t understand
With a broken dream and half a leg I stand
Uninterested is unconcerned
As destroyed is what is simply burnt
Sinking whilst spinning
Occupied with beer and wine I think of him.
Always at arms length with sleeves rolled down
A soft soothing sound is flowing from the river of my mind.
Engraved gold rings sparkling in the reflection
Forgive my delicate sudden rush of emotions
The one that just won’t burst
The same one that always comes first
I'm always honest but rarely tell the truth
Until the day will arrive where red will form from blue
Sara Tehrani
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/immediate-peril/
