You are always going,
running, chasing, scaling walls
with your incessant,impulsivly incoherent thoughts
I try to follow like crumbs dropped.
I want to understand you like the human heart
and why mine has fallen into your hands like a party in the clouds
that was never planned.
You want to hear a calling,
you hope to follow a trail that can never be traced back to sound or reason.
You want to know why you are here while feeling so lost,
expecting to find answers overseas or out of state
like a foreign language you were born to speak but trained to forsake
in exchange for being popular.
You are always talking, about the other side
the one thatís greater and greener,
the one thatís farther than I can afford to travel.
My instincts tell me that youíre just looking to run,
but maybe itís simply my fear screaming across time,
the painful memory of the last woman I loved speaking the same dialect,
then never coming back.
My brooding, stay put, silent musing self
struggles to understand such a fearless, adventurous spirit as yours
and for one to love the other can be nothing less than an emotional anomaly
between two worlds.
You are always looking,
like a prisoner through steels bars for an opportunity
like a serpent in the leaves willing to bargain.
It makes me fear for my heart like ripe fruit from the tree
that was forbidden to be eaten
but more delicious than any consequence could be awful.
You ache for the grass that is greener
than U.S borders and suburban lawns competing for attention
like pretty girls skin teasing Cancer in the summer months.
The bright blades that plow over ant castles and weed temples
to outnumber the ugliest enemies of the environment.
You are that green,
and I want you to find your landscape
even if it means I never see you again.
You are always reaching, for the sky,
the ocean floor and everything in-between all at once.
I want to say it makes it harder on me to love you,
but that would be selfish.
So, just let me say for now
that I wish your eyes were as plain as default colors
instead of a full spectrum of beauty I would have to spend all my years on earth
trying to explain between poetry and numbers to even come close.
You are always going,
driving, roaming, dreaming, hoping,
as am I
that in the end you will find the grass here is greener
than any side of a fence,
than your eyes up close in the light
than the life you could have with anyone else, but me. _________________ shemovesme.wordpress.com
Thu Jan 26, 2012 7:06 am
Joined: 02 Jun 2007
Location: I come from a land downunder
And here is where some well-meaning soul will say "If you love something or someone, let it/them go" blah blah blah. Bullshit, I say. If you love someone, fight for them, hang on to them, there are plenty of others on the other side of the fence waiting to scoop them up.
As always Brach, you words find echoes in my own heart. Keep writing.
HugZ, MG _________________ Be yourself.............everybody else is taken!
Thu Jan 26, 2012 12:55 pm
Joined: 31 Mar 2007
Haha, thanks MG, I like your attitude... _________________ shemovesme.wordpress.com
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