popsadie
Acrobat
Not perfect
But it doesn't have to be
The voice tremors, trembles- telling
tales of late nights in smoky clubs
Tales of tears and pen stained stories sprawled on napkins
Tales of truth spearing against lies
Not perfect
But neither is the carnation rose
The rose pink with cleansing scarlet- telling
tales of late nights in dark gardens
Tales of tears and blood stained stories sprawled on men's hearts
Tales of truth spearing against lies.
This was one of those "gift poems" I suppose. I wrote it pretty much at once while listening to the recording of the Pre Elevation New York club show.
But it doesn't have to be
The voice tremors, trembles- telling
tales of late nights in smoky clubs
Tales of tears and pen stained stories sprawled on napkins
Tales of truth spearing against lies
Not perfect
But neither is the carnation rose
The rose pink with cleansing scarlet- telling
tales of late nights in dark gardens
Tales of tears and blood stained stories sprawled on men's hearts
Tales of truth spearing against lies.
This was one of those "gift poems" I suppose. I wrote it pretty much at once while listening to the recording of the Pre Elevation New York club show.