do you see what i see
past sunsets
beyond bedroom doors
because i speak
and the hurt flies
and when you speak
my love slides
vision shifts
and so i seek
because i can’t
keep chasing
keep running
keep giving
keep depleting
an endless carousel
i wanted you
in spite of
barbed walls
silent lies
needed you
like
fingers raking
heartbeats racing
but horizons
painted different hues
i see
it isn’t you.
© 2012 Twisted Lollipop / Misty Mareda
Beautiful.
thank you e.
I agree with cluewriter. Your string of images and thought and confliction (is that even a word?) is, well, beautiful.
I was reading this while listening to The First Days of Spring, and I got a slight chill. Very good poem.
Michael, are you referring to the Noah and the Whale song? I just went to youtube it…absolutely beautiful!
Thank you so much for the encouragement. I’m trying to get used to sharing in this way…I’m flattered that it touched you.