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