another girl:
now you're with another girl,
and no longer in my poems,
That last one wasn't about you at all,
so you just think about that.
I know you wont because you never knew,
and how much sorrow will that cause me,
you
the world
?
a lot
none
less
thats how much
how could you?
revelation:
have you seen,
that poetry does no longer need to rhyme,
but find its own little corner,
to hum itself to sleep
or to just rest for a while,
while others find the meaning in the words
the sounds
the rhythm
while others ignore the precious words
how could they?
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Mamma Mia
You've seen me sweat
You've seen me cry
all right,
not that,
but close
You've seen my best
You've seen my worst
and in my most nervous state.
I worry,
when you actually just see me,
what will come to mind...
who is the strange creature,
who really is not what I have seen for so long?
But you have changed too,
but not like that.
You know, just on the outside
your insides are the same,
i think.
You've seen me cry
all right,
not that,
but close
You've seen my best
You've seen my worst
and in my most nervous state.
I worry,
when you actually just see me,
what will come to mind...
who is the strange creature,
who really is not what I have seen for so long?
But you have changed too,
but not like that.
You know, just on the outside
your insides are the same,
i think.
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