I can’t find it
in a book
So I guess
I’ll write one
.
.
I can’t seem
To write a song
So I guess
I’ll go find one
Been covering
for years
Skipping past
The tears
How has it
Come to this?
.
.
If I spelt Karma
With a “C”
Could you
translate
It to me?
Show me
One more time
That my presence
Is the key
.
.
.
.
.
.
What do you picture
In your mind?
I want to write
It out for you
Might have to draw
A web with this tangled
String you’ve toiled
Kundalini restrained coiled
.
.
.
Can you believe it’s
Been so long ?
And I still
Want to lay on
This floor with you
Write me a song
.
.
Forgot how to
shut my eyes
I got lost in yours
You fool
.
.
Can you believe
What is going on
That I’ve already
Been through it too?
.
.
If I could write a song
I don’t think I could ever
Hum along
My throat is still
Wrapped in shame
Someone’s pain
Still stops me
From singing my range
.
.
.
I picture the stage
Fantasize I’m on
That page &
Carry someone’s
Guitar home too
.
.
I guess I have to
Write it
Isn’t it supposed to be
My truth?
I’m just exhausted
Can’t fight it
I was born loving you
Who is you
When you aren’t true
To the skin you chose
To walk within
Who is you
My heart sends me to
An endless ocean blue
I have no strings
To tangle
No lion left to wrangle
Maybe that’s the danger
In me that lurks in you
I have no strings
For you
Just a fate
I choose to acknowledge
I have no strings for you
Just dark clubs and
Tangled chains
I picture you
I picture you
I picture you
Endlessly this
Flows through me
Endlessly this heart
Will see
Everything that is
Meant to be
Don’t worry
Don’t worry
You are right
Where fate
Needs you to be
Remember me
I can’t forget you
Remember me
And you’ll push
On through
.
.
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12:53 PM = 11
8/4/20
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