i feel the density
the scarcity
of being me
not one to wait around
but suddenly this girl's a tree
of void
hey now let's contemplate
half empty?
no, half full today
congested is my current state
the chips fall
anywhere they may
i want to whisper
and have nothing coming
from the place of (sigh)
I want a glimpse of what its like
to have the thought erase
and ( sigh)
I am not asking
to be mute, though you may
entertain the thought
be nice to simply hear
not what I'm thinking
more like what you've got.
i feel the silence
hear the sound
inside my head it's humming
not short of pleasant but
much better to accompany
your strumming.
a conversation taking
place
an understanding in my soul
an instrument of perfect grace
i'll hand it to you
make me whole
forgive my talking
nightlights glimmer
something i can't shake
my longing dear
is just to simmer
down to give and take
I love the feeling
when you're moved
about my bellyache
your comfort's soothing
teabag something
makes my honey quake
not knowing how or when
or why or is just the way it sometimes goes
to trust an answer
never comes
but known to God
whose loving shows..
steam from the coffee ***
brings more than this
it's coffee's kiss
beans roast by foreign hands
in foreign lands
brought me to this...
XO
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
i feel the density
the scarcity
of being me
not one to wait around
but suddenly this girl's a tree
of void
hey now let's contemplate
half empty?
no, half full today
congested is my current state
the chips fall
anywhere they may
i want to whisper
and have nothing coming
from the place of (sigh)
I want a glimpse of what its like
to have the thought erase
and ( sigh)
I am not asking
to be mute, though you may
entertain the thought
be nice to simply hear
not what I'm thinking
more like what you've got.
i feel the silence
hear the sound
inside my head it's humming
not short of pleasant but
much better to accompany
your strumming.
a conversation taking
place
an understanding in my soul
an instrument of perfect grace
i'll hand it to you
make me whole
forgive my talking
nightlights glimmer
something i can't shake
my longing dear
is just to simmer
down to give and take
I love the feeling
when you're moved
about my bellyache
your comfort's soothing
teabag something
makes my honey quake
not knowing how or when
or why or is just the way it sometimes goes
to trust an answer
never comes
but known to God
whose loving shows..
steam from the coffee ***
brings more than this
it's coffee's kiss
beans roast by foreign hands
in foreign lands
brought me to this...
XO
