When I asked you what your name was You replied and said, “It’s Love” Then I asked you what your song is You then sang the song of a dove Please chirp to me your fancy Make me rock to your lullaby Flap with wings that dance free So we can sing that Love does fly.
I must apologies I have a tendency to project It happens when I read A poem of abuse or neglect... Bad things happen Good people go bad That was my reality The only one I had... So hold on tight To your poetry and to your soul You're similar To the way I was Years ago...
I'm just projecting an old role! ........................................
Being High on a hill Don't make us divine Looking down The spirit goes blind Say what you believe Believe what you see Until you come down And set the clouds free .........