pathetic thoughts of love mean nothing ...they are just words as people say, but sometimes mean more
"YEAH UNBELIEVABLE LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE"
It has never been so
I can't breathe when
You come around
(Normally, a voice has little impact on my lungs).
Never was like this,
Where I can't speak-
As strange as it sounds
"It's on the tip of my tongue!"
You are neither eloquent nor elegant
Neither poised nor proper.
But, by God
You make my heart
Erupt in laughter
When you crack a joke.
And me?
I just choke
On every poetic verse
That tries to escape my lips.
I touched your hand-
-An accident, I swear!
Not that you'd care.
But it was the best I could expect.
I gaze into you,
My being begs to be broken
And our silent conversation-
The best words ever spoken.
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"WHAT CAN I SAY PAIN OR PASSION IS MY ONLY WAY TO LET IT GO"
when you ask for forgiveness how can i not grant it?
you said it was just a game
“let’s pretend,” you said to me
but i bore the mark of that game long after it had ended(ivory swelled, turning to rose before your eyes
the vast plain marred by a slowly moving coppery trail)
long afterwards i realized to you it was a game
but you weren’t the one denied your right to move
and then denied your ability to speak
i bleed, but then the bleeding stops
as you pretend to heal me with a kiss
(it’s all pretend)
(it wasn’t your kiss that stopped the bleeding,just as your hand across the ivory plain isn’t the only thing that causes swelling)
“forgive me,” you say, but never ‘i’m sorry’
how can i not?
it would be like denying the stars because of their fire
like feeling anger towards the sun as it sets
how could i deny the seed that blosom?
and so i forgive and forget
the truth is, i can’t
and i always go back for more
because i would never the less.
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It has never been so
I can't breathe when
You come around
(Normally, a voice has little impact on my lungs).
Never was like this,
Where I can't speak-
As strange as it sounds
"It's on the tip of my tongue!"
You are neither eloquent nor elegant
Neither poised nor proper.
But, by God
You make my heart
Erupt in laughter
When you crack a joke.
And me?
I just choke
On every poetic verse
That tries to escape my lips.
I touched your hand-
-An accident, I swear!
Not that you'd care.
But it was the best I could expect.
I gaze into you,
My being begs to be broken
And our silent conversation-
The best words ever spoken.
____________________________________________________________________
"WHAT CAN I SAY PAIN OR PASSION IS MY ONLY WAY TO LET IT GO"
when you ask for forgiveness how can i not grant it?
you said it was just a game
“let’s pretend,” you said to me
but i bore the mark of that game long after it had ended(ivory swelled, turning to rose before your eyes
the vast plain marred by a slowly moving coppery trail)
long afterwards i realized to you it was a game
but you weren’t the one denied your right to move
and then denied your ability to speak
i bleed, but then the bleeding stops
as you pretend to heal me with a kiss
(it’s all pretend)
(it wasn’t your kiss that stopped the bleeding,just as your hand across the ivory plain isn’t the only thing that causes swelling)
“forgive me,” you say, but never ‘i’m sorry’
how can i not?
it would be like denying the stars because of their fire
like feeling anger towards the sun as it sets
how could i deny the seed that blosom?
and so i forgive and forget
the truth is, i can’t
and i always go back for more
because i would never the less.
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