Another poem, he became.
of her pen.
Content pertaining to sadness
titled: the melancholy of love.
I wish you would stop searching for love
the only place you'll find it is if you search within.
so I walked for miles
the blistering heat beating ******* my shoulders
and my heart beat racing against time -
winning every illusory race.
it brought me right to your doorstep
but you weren't home.
And I searched for you in all the seasons
but all four told me they hadn't seen you -
for a while -
and it had been a while since we had synergised
to create a euphoria only we felt.
An interloper -
somewhere that had once been so familiar
and I was reminiscent of an ethereal being.
Although incredulous of the falsity of my prior truth,
how could I not -
begrudgingly accept the reality of our ephemeral world.
I told her to stop sharing her grief
we had all felt it
but no one else really cared
and would want to be burdened with all that sorrow
sometimes you think,
it might lighten the load
but there are so few now
that really care
thought of all the **** we put each other through.
sky's warm and still bright
maybe we'll see a rainbow
you said we just might.
I hated the police sirens
because I couldn't hear what you said
Come closer and sit with me for a while
it's been a moment
since we were wild.
I hope now we're older we can elevate
I hope the sirens stop
so I don't miss a word
and I hope everything I said
It was so frustrating that a song
a lyric even
just words really,
would transport me back to the memories of a boy.
He was the beginning of summer
unable to keep me company in the coldest winter.
And the sad reality of the current moment in time was that
I must set my heart free
from this middle place.
I yearned for you to see how magical you truly are
you complained of stretch marks
and bingo wings
which paled in comparison to your cosmic being
You said you wished that everyone else could see you like I did
a perfect picture
and vibrations that would make The Beach Boys dance
but not everyone had my eyes
not even you