this is not a love poem
If we listen to our heads longing
Before our hearts.
Someone who sees inside ourselves.
Who notices some art within the songs
When the heart can beat
Thud thud...and we grow up
And the mind might sway
Heads and hearts lovingly together.
There is someone
Is all that I can say.
There always is... still
I cannot see him so far.
He seems so many acres shy
Yet he is near and dangerous.
He is not mine you understand
He is all of my fears.
And I dread what he may say to
To these minds younger than his
With all the poverty being raw.
And us not even being beside ourselves.
This is not a poem about love.
This will be a long song.
Along with a slow understanding
Of how we always insist we live today
Angela.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2012-04-29 at 23:40
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There Is
There is someone trueIf we listen to our heads longing
Before our hearts.
Someone who sees inside ourselves.
Who notices some art within the songs
When the heart can beat
Thud thud...and we grow up
And the mind might sway
Heads and hearts lovingly together.
There is someone
Is all that I can say.
There always is... still
I cannot see him so far.
He seems so many acres shy
Yet he is near and dangerous.
He is not mine you understand
He is all of my fears.
And I dread what he may say to
To these minds younger than his
With all the poverty being raw.
And us not even being beside ourselves.
This is not a poem about love.
This will be a long song.
Along with a slow understanding
Of how we always insist we live today
Angela.
Poetry by jenks
Read 595 times
Written on 2012-04-29 at 23:40
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