You're looking at this poem,
Thinking I'm lonesome,
Or perhaps you're thinking I'm in love,
Though truly, I'm free as an uncaged dove.
Then why would I say I'm loving someone?
Truly, I'm writing this for you lovers, or just anyone.
My heart's been cold and dry for a while,
So this won't make me smile,
But here's hoping you'll give your heart a test-run,
Maybe find a loved one.
Have more success than I ever will,
Tell someone you'll love them even if the world ends, still.
Find a place in their heart,
Swear you'll never be apart.
Never let go of their hand,
As if your wrists are bound, you're sinking in your love's quicksand.
A brilliant drowning,
Minutes you'll never be counting.
You won't give up; promise me that,
Though writers are heartbroken, give your heart a door mat.
Let someone in the door,
You'll never need anything more.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
You're looking at this poem,
Thinking I'm lonesome,
Or perhaps you're thinking I'm in love,
Though truly, I'm free as an uncaged dove.
Then why would I say I'm loving someone?
Truly, I'm writing this for you lovers, or just anyone.
My heart's been cold and dry for a while,
So this won't make me smile,
But here's hoping you'll give your heart a test-run,
Maybe find a loved one.
Have more success than I ever will,
Tell someone you'll love them even if the world ends, still.
Find a place in their heart,
Swear you'll never be apart.
Never let go of their hand,
As if your wrists are bound, you're sinking in your love's quicksand.
A brilliant drowning,
Minutes you'll never be counting.
You won't give up; promise me that,
Though writers are heartbroken, give your heart a door mat.
Let someone in the door,
You'll never need anything more.
©Crestfall
