You Don’t Believe Me

 

By the time my father was my age

He had had his second son

My life seems simplistically empty

When I measure what I’ve done

 

I cannot pick up a pen in evevning

For it always writes of her

This love I lost that never was

A Battle I could not have won

 

My life is slowly progressing

Or perhaps its standing still

A pitter-patter of randomness

As raindrops on the window sill

 

You don’t believe me when I say "You’re beautiful"

A half-hearted smile

And then you turn away

I’m telling you I’d believe in us

But you’ve got nothing to say

 

I wish a song turned out as planned

All notes and words in proper place

To sing love lost or love to come

All wrapped inside God’s Grace

 

I’ll wait in silence on the floor

A rendezvous in my mind

Teach me to write of significance

So love and Grace I may find

 

You don’t believe me when I say "You’re beautiful"

A half-hearted smile

And then you turn away

I’m telling you I’d believe in us

But you’ve got nothing to say

 

Peace and Love

Mikey

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February 3, 2006

my mom had a 3 year old and a 7 year old, a house and a marriage when she was my age… i, on the other hand, have a cat and an empty refridgerator weird… ~ lia

February 4, 2006

beautiful poem! she’s out there…she is.