tongue tied
fingers closing tight
words dont seem to exist
whenever the timing is right
surely, I can in my mind play out an entire conversation
proper words spilled out for every word in return
but the cat has come and gone
in the process taken my song
I do not sing so many can hear
I believe to listen you need the right kind of ear
I dont sing sweet melodies, or rap or jazz or blues
I sing a song of...
it matters most to me
it is more deeply set than the marrow in my bones
ramble ramble spit and gamble
I dont gamble with stakes so high
the odds are blinded, and so am I
my one true conviction is my worst affliction
I bring pain upon me when love is what I dole
out
I bleed direct from the heart like the water pours straight out of a spout
replenishing to some but vital to all
heart beats
one is healthy
two is lovely
hearts beating in tandem
rhythmic love making
sweet sounds
the melodies of...
do you hear them?
I hear what I choose to hear
often incorrect
walking down the dim lit path hoping for a hand to share
hope, no hope, love, no love...
pessimistic optimism is truly hard to fathom
painfully smile at a bleeding heart
...
this is me
tear me apart
I will sew me back together
but me is never the same
me is not your game
me is I
and I am stitched
so now
I dream hazy dreams
they all share similar characters
those who mean too much
past and present
ghosts in place
forced to remember
never to forget
Love