Open Poetry #45 |
Relieved |
martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
I'm a little bit giddy a little bit buzzed and a man out of rhyme... they say good things come to wait and I'm a miracle man a man of signs a man that sees, hears and reasons in accordance to signs, the divine this week so high so low so meek my intuition saying we'd be fine no need to worry this obsessive compulsive mind I held my tongue played every hand I had until she broke the silence saying with me she could never ever be mad I didn't have to worry my frets were all for not when she finally came from undercover to a heart that is caught but wait catching myself to hesitate just a bit while not on cloud nine I'd say it's an eight until we speak tomorrow I'll have to wait she loved my message and laughed out loud while behind the curtain she's been working preparing the plow I didn't need to call I just needed to wait while she prepared herself for the sake of the gate and one final message, she uttered no clue "we need to talk" what would that mean if uttered to you the context was apologetic for leaving me in the dark no need to be worried while I sang like a lark saying our goodnights sweet dreams sleep well momentarily, we part with her calling me, Romeo and I, Sweetheart (I'm sorry this poem is so poorly written, and one day I will read it and roll my eyes, but right now, I feel as infantile as with the style in which it was written) goodnight, all ~Brad |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
It seems you have been comforted and the joy unfolds lovingly on the page. I think so many will be able to relate! "We need to talk" is a good start. Just to be left in "the dark" is unbearable. I enjoyed this much, the emotion is well rendered. Love, Margherita |
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