Are you sleepless tonight?
See the firleflies light
In the city smoke bright
The only stars of the night
Can you hear my voice
Over the hostel boys,
Over your brain's noise?
Can you feel my sorrows and joys?
Let's take a quiet walk
Our faraway hearts talk
Our lips lock
Till sleep on your door knocks
As settles the morning dew
Tonight, I am awake too
Me heart clings onto
All the wonder I found in you
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Opposite
I inhale
You exhale
I cry
I sigh
You smile
All the while
I understand
You just can't
I'm lost
At sea, tossed
And turning
Stomach churning
You're ashore
Locked your door
In the clouds
Laughing out loud
You don't know
I'm waiting below
You exhale
I cry
I sigh
You smile
All the while
I understand
You just can't
I'm lost
At sea, tossed
And turning
Stomach churning
You're ashore
Locked your door
In the clouds
Laughing out loud
You don't know
I'm waiting below
You walk
You talk
Move along
Sing your songs
I wait
You're late
Your words
Absurd
So kind
I'm blind
To your love
Tired of
Fighting
Lighting
Our flame
Like a game
Of hide and seek
You talk
Move along
Sing your songs
I wait
You're late
Your words
Absurd
So kind
I'm blind
To your love
Tired of
Fighting
Lighting
Our flame
Like a game
Of hide and seek
I'm weak
You're strong
I'm wrong
To accuse you
I can't lose you
You stay
Today
Tomorrow
I know
Bigger things
Life will bring
You'd leave
Bereaved
I'd lie
I'd cry
You're strong
I'm wrong
To accuse you
I can't lose you
You stay
Today
Tomorrow
I know
Bigger things
Life will bring
You'd leave
Bereaved
I'd lie
I'd cry
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Poetry
when language like bubbling streams flow
when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands
when you feel the essence of the poet from within
when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm
when images reel as you read
when pen and paper create a symphony
then, it is poetry
when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands
when you feel the essence of the poet from within
when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm
when images reel as you read
when pen and paper create a symphony
then, it is poetry