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It's hard to understand A Rockstar with a drug problem A Literary type with wine tasting ability A business man keen on social sense A Lover craving spiritual connection and growth Layers of fallen leaves in autumn Piles of gold and red and orange Football fan with a blue jersey Homeless but with a vigil eye For those who try to hard An addict to anyone who loves Caring to much to touch Love that comes unbound All too quick and all too much I am all I write above Some of it lies....  to myself A dove with a heavy heart singing in my mind Flying for a shelter of like-minded doves. But who am I this time? Rockstar, Lush,  Lover, Addict, Salesperson I am a writer, or so I think... Especially when I drink I am all those things I am assertion Of life with many layers Like other living beings Like tree rings Something you don't see till lacerations Cut the skin, cut the bark Personality bleeds out That's why I run to the closest person Not the best And I doubt it'll work out She doesn't understand I'm a Rockstar, Lush, Lover, Addict, Salesperson Consumerist soul raging against itself Artist running faucets of stealth Hiding behind words And guitar chords She doesn't understand what I am. A dove with a heavy heart singing in my mind Flying for a shelter of like-minded doves. An addict to anyone who loves Caring to much to touch Love that comes unbound All too quick and all too much
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
Hard to Understand
It's hard to understand A Rockstar with a drug problem A Literary type with wine tasting ability A business man keen on social sense A Lover craving spiritual connection and growth Layers of fallen leaves in autumn Piles of gold and red and orange Football fan with a blue jersey Homeless but with a vigil eye For those who try to hard An addict to anyone who loves Caring to much to touch Love that comes unbound All too quick and all too much I am all I write above Some of it lies....  to myself A dove with a heavy heart singing in my mind Flying for a shelter of like-minded doves. But who am I this time? Rockstar, Lush,  Lover, Addict, Salesperson I am a writer, or so I think... Especially when I drink I am all those things I am assertion Of life with many layers Like other living beings Like tree rings Something you don't see till lacerations Cut the skin, cut the bark Personality bleeds out That's why I run to the closest person Not the best And I doubt it'll work out She doesn't understand I'm a Rockstar, Lush, Lover, Addict, Salesperson Consumerist soul raging against itself Artist running faucets of stealth Hiding behind words And guitar chords She doesn't understand what I am. A dove with a heavy heart singing in my mind Flying for a shelter of like-minded doves. An addict to anyone who loves Caring to much to touch Love that comes unbound All too quick and all too much
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zac-walter
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
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