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Lovetired.



Lovetired.
By samjam on 11/16/2009
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You make me dance
When the skies are dark
Your name makes me weak
And my legs jive smooth
When you whisper romance
Softly in my ear
My knees break
While my heart clatters
Cracking slightly
Ever so slightly
Yearning for a piece
Just that piece of you
If I could be rich
Or fall in love
All I’d ever want
Sits cross legged
On a carpet floor
For you, kind lady,
Know that the other
The one seeing only you
Is me and I am
I am the pauper
Where you’re the princess
And you choose
To sit with me
At an invisibly crowded table
Making an irrevocably
Distinctly poignant toast
To the audience of air
I’d be rich in love
True
Undeniable
Raw
Heartache
You know the kind
The sort that hurts
Almost reaching forever
And if you breathe
Your heart may explode
When your chest
Collides with a feeling
One fluttery experience
Some neatly describe
As that of butterflies
But you don’t see me
I don’t know how
To tell you
Perhaps you think
Just maybe
I don’t see you
Oh how terrible
Horribly unclear
A waltz in confusion
Wouldn’t it be grand
Couldn’t it be lovely
It has been perfect
When you held my hands
And breathed soft breaths
In the wonderland of sleep
Let’s lighten things up
Bring everything out front
Spice up the awkward
And set silence on fire
Let’s do it.
You have the riot
And I brought the chaos
I got the party with me
Right here in the
Pocket of my palms
So hold me
Love you
Touch me
Move you
I’m a nickel short
Short of being broke
And you’re a penny
A single penny nearer
To keeping me
I can’t hold it in
My soul is bursting
I’ve been lying
And distracting myself
Alas, no more,
I’ve run inky dry
Etching excuses
There’s one thing
And one thing alone
This lovetired pauper
Has to tell the
Princess with a penny
And he’ll tell her
In a forest inscribed
With single dedications
Carved and woven
Patched and sewn
Into every bit of landscape
‘til in the end
nowhere can we traipse
where you won’t know
that I love you
as do the butterflies
the stupid butterflies

© By samjam On 11/16/2009 6:28:54 PM
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