(A Poem to) He Who Writes Beautiful Songs
By naninina
Another hard, bitter day has passed. But I won't be tearful, 'Cause it's 2 am and your lovely voice still fills my dark and lonesome soul. I don't know where you are, I don't know what you're doing, but you never stop singing for me. And I never stop dancing for you. We are both humans; you are famous, I am not. I can see you, you can't see me, but we're both beautiful. My friends might've deserted me, and I might've been starving. But I won't die, 'cause it's 2 am and you're still telling me to celebrate this innocent life. The world might've been full of sorrow and mystery, but you're still telling me to look up and count how many stars are in the wondrous sky. (I never finish counting, of course, but I always smile at the end). I just wish we could stare at each others' eyes, feel each other's hearts, human to human. I just wish you were here.Hi, fellow poets. Happy New Year! Any advice/suggestions are welcomed. (Is any part too repetitive? Not Clear?) Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 09:15 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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