Loafer
The Fly
gotta hate the Friend Zone. i ended up there this weekend with a girl i like. so here's a poem about me and girls! darn them all.
(I hope the formatting works out on this, but it never really does
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"Acceptance"
I?m an ass
I feel such a fool
I thought I?d found it all
After so, so long
So many years weighing down on my brain
Embedding themselves in the lines of my face
Burning in red lines across the smoked glass of my eyes
All the tries, all the fumbles
All the talk, all the laughter
Testing you, judging me
The countless number of faces
Of slender hands and slimmer wrists
Of falling raven hair and parted lips
Of pink tongues and warm hips
Exchanging glances in flashing rooms
Sharing the heated breath of laughter
Delving into the swirling mass of men and women
Sex and desperate longing
Losing myself in the cruel, hard game
But finding myself in you
Myself and something more
Something real that you secret away
You and all the world, hiding what I want
I?ve found no vendor on the street corner
Hawking wares of True and Truest Love
There is no woman who finds as much joy
In joyful things
As much beauty
In beautiful things
As I hold in my breath and in my veins
Shuddering through me on those misty mornings
Crackling through me on those windy nights
Bursting around me on those dry desert days
How is this not loved?
What is to be loved if this is not?
I am left here in these words
Lost here on this page
Tired of searching
Waiting to be found
Waiting in vain
And knowing this for truth.
(I hope the formatting works out on this, but it never really does
"Acceptance"
I?m an ass
I feel such a fool
I thought I?d found it all
After so, so long
So many years weighing down on my brain
Embedding themselves in the lines of my face
Burning in red lines across the smoked glass of my eyes
All the tries, all the fumbles
All the talk, all the laughter
Testing you, judging me
The countless number of faces
Of slender hands and slimmer wrists
Of falling raven hair and parted lips
Of pink tongues and warm hips
Exchanging glances in flashing rooms
Sharing the heated breath of laughter
Delving into the swirling mass of men and women
Sex and desperate longing
Losing myself in the cruel, hard game
But finding myself in you
Myself and something more
Something real that you secret away
You and all the world, hiding what I want
I?ve found no vendor on the street corner
Hawking wares of True and Truest Love
There is no woman who finds as much joy
In joyful things
As much beauty
In beautiful things
As I hold in my breath and in my veins
Shuddering through me on those misty mornings
Crackling through me on those windy nights
Bursting around me on those dry desert days
How is this not loved?
What is to be loved if this is not?
I am left here in these words
Lost here on this page
Tired of searching
Waiting to be found
Waiting in vain
And knowing this for truth.
