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I don't need a doctor to tell me I'm apart I just need a paradox to help me find my heart and I don't need a dog to show me what to see I just need my hands to feel around the dark and touch what is unseen I don't need a critic to tell me what is good I don't need society to tell me what I should I don't need you to tell what I know But sometimes I would like you to remind me if you would Because there are so many things I can't but I wish I could. And I don't need a ribbon to tell me that I've won because I know I can't improve if I won the first one I don't need an apology to know that you are sorry I just need you to feel it when you watch my back as I run because I will feel it with every setting sun But what I need can't be guarenteed and what I know can't escape my greed So I can be sad as I watch them go away and when I'm done, I can take the lead. and cut this necklace and drop the beads.
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 8:11 PM UTC
Dr. Pearl
I don't need a doctor to tell me I'm apart I just need a paradox to help me find my heart and I don't need a dog to show me what to see I just need my hands to feel around the dark and touch what is unseen I don't need a critic to tell me what is good I don't need society to tell me what I should I don't need you to tell what I know But sometimes I would like you to remind me if you would Because there are so many things I can't but I wish I could. And I don't need a ribbon to tell me that I've won because I know I can't improve if I won the first one I don't need an apology to know that you are sorry I just need you to feel it when you watch my back as I run because I will feel it with every setting sun But what I need can't be guarenteed and what I know can't escape my greed So I can be sad as I watch them go away and when I'm done, I can take the lead. and cut this necklace and drop the beads.
peyton-leigh-stille
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 8:11 PM UTC
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