Let me say
A poet out of love is realistic
A canvas is as much as petty fantasy
As four letter words better left unspoken
My guitar strings have all broken
In this moment, I am stranded
With a world of potential to change my perspective
Like self stimulation, or brave epileptics,
No.
I understand what you mean
When you say a poet out of love
Is a journey never taken
I don't doubt the depth and splendor of your love
Wordless
A sure sign that you know pain.
But therein lies the rub--
We will always be to blame
We will never truly escape
And so I do let love do its silly little dance in my heart
And sometimes lions roar
They do
But I must remind myself and be ready,
Even if there are two sides of nothing.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 9:59 PM UTC
Let me say
A poet out of love is realistic
A canvas is as much as petty fantasy
As four letter words better left unspoken
My guitar strings have all broken
In this moment, I am stranded
With a world of potential to change my perspective
Like self stimulation, or brave epileptics,
No.
I understand what you mean
When you say a poet out of love
Is a journey never taken
I don't doubt the depth and splendor of your love
Wordless
A sure sign that you know pain.
But therein lies the rub--
We will always be to blame
We will never truly escape
And so I do let love do its silly little dance in my heart
And sometimes lions roar
They do
But I must remind myself and be ready,
Even if there are two sides of nothing.