PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You said you don’t know me

That you didn’t know what you thought

Quit using, us, and we or any of these terms

What doesn’t matter to me does matter to you

Answers to paradigms, were your concerns



Well today, maybe I agree

Maybe ‘twas only one that felt loves touch

Maybe it was fairytale, mixed with fantasy

Even if it was true love, to you, doesn’t matter much



At least one heart begs to differ

One set of lips, will argue you wrong

One ‘s fingertips felt loves touch

At least one singer, sung loves song



Truth someday will be known

Maybe this love, better left alone, to bleed

Tortured souls sing like the whippoorwill

Lyric to loves music, they sorely need



Often mistaken hearts gather in gloom

Confusion will often taint ones picture of love

Seems easier to capture the wind

Than to sanctify our love from above

Gods hand will have to lend

An answer to us, the question of we

Time now for wait and see

Until then, at least one heart, will silently...bleed



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