OneUndone
01-10-2005, 03:35 AM
You can blame the pen
that wrote the lines
that tore a lover's heart...
that siezed my lady
from my arms,
that caught me naked,
wasting breath,
trying to account for why
I did not see
a sunrise in her eyes...
you can blame the black and white
of letters strewn
in reckless lines
that tried to piece together
skies full of stars
that never shined
on wishes that the both of us
wished awhile when we were young...
you can blame the dictionary
that kept to itself every word
that could have mended
broken poems and broken promises
some of which
I know that she believed...
and every word
that drops away
having little to do
or little to say
is another gray hair
in a head full of gray...
I wish I could've shown her
how words don't matter
at all.
that wrote the lines
that tore a lover's heart...
that siezed my lady
from my arms,
that caught me naked,
wasting breath,
trying to account for why
I did not see
a sunrise in her eyes...
you can blame the black and white
of letters strewn
in reckless lines
that tried to piece together
skies full of stars
that never shined
on wishes that the both of us
wished awhile when we were young...
you can blame the dictionary
that kept to itself every word
that could have mended
broken poems and broken promises
some of which
I know that she believed...
and every word
that drops away
having little to do
or little to say
is another gray hair
in a head full of gray...
I wish I could've shown her
how words don't matter
at all.