Forms and Misdirection

You hold the gun
and I'll hold the light
and let this breath pass between us
mean everything
And you hold the gun
and I.. I'll pull the trigger
and all we knew was right
well now we know is wrong again
and it don't seem so strange
when your walking in these shadows
behind all the cars that pass you by
they don't chance a second look
they know but can't deny
You pass the time....
and I...I'll burn the paper
and we'll go riding by and wave to everyone
we'll wave to all of those
in forms and misdirection
leads us further down the road and on to another day
Build me a woman and lay her body down
Let the pleasure come falling down like
Acid Rain.
You hold the gun
and I... I'll hold the light
and let the breath that passes between us
mean everything
All the time runs through these cracks
beneath my feet and
all these thoughts are spinning
around and underneath and I....
Just don't know what to say
I just don't know
What to say anymore.....
I thought I could hold you and hold onto your soul
But I been bleeding again and
I can't take it anymore
I thought I could touch you
Someplace deep, those things you always wanted most of all
They never keep
I thought I could hold onto you and
hold on to your sun
But you don't really seem to want me
to want me or anyone
And all this time runs through the seams
and I just don't know what it means anymore
I thought I could hold on, hold on to your soul
But you know I just can't live this anymore
They said "shower the people you love with love
and show them the way that you feel"
Well I still love you and you know I
always will.

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Rachelle Wiegand's picture

Like the Title... I read it several times again. Acid Rain would have also been a good title. LOL I am such a pain in the ass! LOL It's all in poetic goodness. Great poem, great title. Wanted to let you know that I picked up on it right away! ~Have a great day:)

Rachelle Wiegand's picture

Grey, Wonderful, yet tragic poem here. I had a thought about a title that I wanted to share with you. You convey such confusion in the stammering, beautifully put,(by the way) that as I read, it is there in one of the lines- The title "Misdirection" jumped out at me. Untitled poems sometimes don't get read because there are so many. Just some ideas, nothing that is going to offend me if you chose it not to be right for your piece. I always read with an idea for the piece. Very well written. Thanks for sharing.