Inspired by Tom Waits
April 24th, 2007
I’m casting my line
I’m going away
My skin is the sails
My heart is the wind
My hair is the petals
full of forget me
but please forget me not
I’m gonna help my broken heart
heal with time
I’m gonna help my broken soul
mend with distance
I’m gonna go where silence reigns
and only the trees know of persistence
I took all the thorns of your words
All that your anger sley
yet I search for you today
(Ain’t love sick? Ain’t it blind?)
And I can say that I love you
That I adore and I need you
I can give up my skin
my church,
And even my family
Giving up is such a sin
But you gave up on me
It’s not enough
Far too late
At least that’s what you scream
on the telephone
So I’m loosing you
to find me
And it’s the last round,
the last dance,
the last call,
ha, turned off my phone
not that it matters, anyways
Shiver me timbers,
I’m flying away.
To read the original Shiver Me Timbers click here.
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April 24th, 2007 at 6:32 pm
This is a beautifully written poem…
April 28th, 2007 at 11:17 pm
Thank you, Mr. Gene, I appreciate you reading!