Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Don't Listen

Don’t Listen
Why can’t you believe me
When I have said it so much
This idea, this ache that compels
Such longing and professing
Love is such a cliché
Spent counterfeit so often
Sometimes my mouth feels
Like I am holding pennies
Such little worth off the tongue
The metal taste of the futility
When I utter such banality
Yet, it is dark blood true
Gloriously real and honest
A seven hundred foot waterfall
Of unadulterated emotion
When I find you near
Don’t listen to my prattle
But believe my eyes
When they drink from Your own
in the silence


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