I muse.
Not lonley.....desiring.
Blinking, wondering, seeking......You.
Not the thought of you.
Not your typing, not your words.....Your embrace.
Your delicate embrace.
Your voice.....your eyes, finding my own.
A connection.
No simple dialog.
A grateful, gracefilled, beautiful......Unity.
No simple bond.....complexity.....the wonder of knowing well enough that I cannot know you.
I long for it.
A gasp.
A whisper.
Heartfelt.....meaning.
Need.
ONE.
We are....ONE.
2 comments:
Beautiful Thoughts.
MOM
I'm not much of a poet, so I rely on my "friends" in the Emo industry to retort with lyrical musings. Here goes:
Is this all you have to say?
This broken boy would hang on every word.
You tell me that you need me
while I slowly fall apart.
You'd heal your heart ache
with words so cool and callous,
but the absence of your tears gave you away.
And i've been lonely like a silhouette or a serenade,
a heart attack or a man betrayed.
The arms of love are holding me like a silhouette or a serenade.
And all pretty poems have to end
so i say this before i leave:
If words are your weapons, my dear,
I surrender, surrender!
OK, so it wasn't exactly what I was looking for, but like I said, I'm not much of a poet.
We ARE one.
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