Kawehi : Part Five
You’re taking me back, to back in the day.
I love this Garbage music; you can still create a smile upon my face.
Pour some misery down on me and I will find a way,
To be happy when I am sad and I will be happy when it rains.
I should be in the kitchen, but I cannot drag myself away.
I should be doing other things, but they are not a priority.
I should stop writing new parts, to my Kawehi poetry,
But you inspire me to do more; you breathe life into me.
I am an angel who will be destroyed and my world may disappear,
But I was happy at least once, because I was able to hear.
I have known of love and I have known of a love lost,
So I am still depressed;
But I could believe in a thing called love again,
If I could find my own Radiohead.
Is she pop? Is she rock?
I think she is whatever she wants to be at that time.
Am I really here, or am I gone?
For this must be what Heaven sounds like,
To this poet who cannot lie.
Left high and dry by love, but I will find my way home;
Love is where my heart belongs, so I must find my way.
Make the sadness sound beautiful; I have a place I can go,
To escape from the world and all it has to offer…
Lost love is such a price to pay.
She is the best that I have ever heard;
The image of love I see in her.
The wish I have is for my next woman to compare;
But I have my doubts that anyone ever could,
So I will remain unaware.
I do not know my next love, but I know I love Kawehi;
Music for my mind has been created in the 21st century.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Kawehi : Part Five
You’re taking me back, to back in the day.
I love this Garbage music; you can still create a smile upon my face.
Pour some misery down on me and I will find a way,
To be happy when I am sad and I will be happy when it rains.
I should be in the kitchen, but I cannot drag myself away.
I should be doing other things, but they are not a priority.
I should stop writing new parts, to my Kawehi poetry,
But you inspire me to do more; you breathe life into me.
I am an angel who will be destroyed and my world may disappear,
But I was happy at least once, because I was able to hear.
I have known of love and I have known of a love lost,
So I am still depressed;
But I could believe in a thing called love again,
If I could find my own Radiohead.
Is she pop? Is she rock?
I think she is whatever she wants to be at that time.
Am I really here, or am I gone?
For this must be what Heaven sounds like,
To this poet who cannot lie.
Left high and dry by love, but I will find my way home;
Love is where my heart belongs, so I must find my way.
Make the sadness sound beautiful; I have a place I can go,
To escape from the world and all it has to offer…
Lost love is such a price to pay.
She is the best that I have ever heard;
The image of love I see in her.
The wish I have is for my next woman to compare;
But I have my doubts that anyone ever could,
So I will remain unaware.
I do not know my next love, but I know I love Kawehi;
Music for my mind has been created in the 21st century.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
