Greetings to all my wonderful readers! I apologize for my absence recently. I haven’t had much time to write or come up with a decent political rant (though I have some in the works, don’t worry!) I did have a little time last Friday to work on some poetry though; this one basically encompasses an entire evening from when I was brainstorming for a new poem to the time I got to bed sometime the next morning. It’s really a lot of fun and it has a lot of references to different songs (Perks if you can pick them out!) because I was writing down random song lyrics when the whole thing started. Enjoy!
A Little Love Song
Here’s my number call me maybe
You’re all I can think of lately
Bored and lonely ’til you show
The day I’d have I couldn’t know.
Your smile melts my heart away
To see your face just makes my day
Your brilliant mind; Your beautiful soul
To be good enough for you’s my goal
But…
Tonight we’re brothers, nothing more
Together explore; I’m not a whore
What’s Taylor know? You look at me
My smile’s real, I want you to see
Come on darling, let’s be frank
Eyes can be stupid, ask ZeFrank.
I wish I knew the perfect mix
To make myself a stellar hit.
The mood is good, our spirits high
The birds are sleeping when Penny dies
But we don’t sleep, we watch the crimes
And even know a couple lines…
Please know my fears for you are real
I’ve seen what happens when you feel
You must be the happy extrovert
Be loved by all just to mask the hurt
…Just saying.
Keep me guessing, my wonderful
But never doubt my heart is full
If ever you need to hug or talk
Or laugh or sing or even walk
Heart tears open, I sew it shut
Far too often, probably. But
I’ll try my best to stay unbroken
So that you never need be lonesome
I’m terribly awkward, but I try
To make you laugh and catch your eye
Please calm down, don’t start a riot
It’s not my fault I don’t like diet.
Do we even have common Breakfast at Tiff’s?
You talk about drops, I talk about riffs…
So many dreams and so many hopes,
If only somebody would show me the ropes.
And even if I’m the girl unobserved
Be the writer, decide my words
And maybe I can be strong enough
To make you and me into an “us.”
From above the street of broken dreams
I see the cup presented to we
From which we took one final draught
Of a little more magic, another laugh
‘Cuz we’re already drunk from 12 hours of it
And it’s hard to be sober and deal with the shit
A broken cup, just one last taste
Like finding love in a hopeless place
And yet…
That song I wrote’s not what I’d say
If I were to sing to you today
So take this poem of other songs
And if you want, please sing along
Life itself’s a strange old rhyme
I guess for now I’ll take my time
Maybe your brother I’m meant to stay,
Still this was truly my best day.
So… Thanks. Bunches. 🙂
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