blueyedpoet
Refugee
Sometimes I try so hard to sound intelligent and witty in my lyrics, prose, or poetry. And, sometimes I actually just let myself write what it is that i feel.
I want to feel warmth
I want to feel the cool breath
I want your hands to untie these bones
To shake this tired ol’ man
I want to touch your holy lips
I want to pray like the saints before
I want to know these curves
To kiss this and that
I don’t want to feel pain
I don’t want to be left in this rain
I don’t want to be tired, skin and bones
Let go of this broken heart
I don’t want to remember
I don’t want to feel the ghosts
I don’t want to be haunted
To wonder in fear, have I lost it all?
I want to feel warmth
I want to feel the cool breath
I want your hands to untie these bones
To shake this tired ol’ man
I want to touch your holy lips
I want to pray like the saints before
I want to know these curves
To kiss this and that
I don’t want to feel pain
I don’t want to be left in this rain
I don’t want to be tired, skin and bones
Let go of this broken heart
I don’t want to remember
I don’t want to feel the ghosts
I don’t want to be haunted
To wonder in fear, have I lost it all?