They say love is bloodsport.
We love so much.
we lose so much.
And miss the mark.
You can talk your way out
go on, cold shoulders and stony silence
and ***** snow walls
let the current of love flow
avalanches and waterfalls don't just stop
nor do midnight pulses.
Abrupt flood, mountain dreams clouds
not a coward, just afraid
and biding the right time
till we run out, and we will
but meantime, no points for guessing
who cowers in the dark.
dreaming a pie slice of life with you, I'll happily plagiarize
inside the stinging bee's nest, nobody dares find it
secret, secret, oh little secret tune
sing the truth on the flute in the willow
who could ever guess who it really is, but you.
what beautiful words in a smooth setting, roughing gentle
keep still, it's coming............
in came scythes to sheave into bundles, every chance mocked
and death enjoys gawking at our shock
we could have, so easily taken from the train there, the bus over
together we could have done it
the bus rode over a **** and it continued to the wood's end
it's there where your fire's burning huge beacons
it's some work still to find you, hiding in that forest
we could have, we could have.
you're not embarrassed by my writing, really
it is me, my presence you can't seem to stand
off I go to some quiet spot where you'll find me, if you care
but I appear to do more harm to you than ever and wonder if it's only me.
when I left I left that place, then you came back.
have one VERY dry and coughing throat here
realy miss freedom
here, feel this :o
I'm so taunting time, just to see........argh!
poet missing brilliance
to be open to woken joy!
(domed) structure collapsing.
I miss you and gutterally glad to see your face
make a plan.