When love comes different and it's a soft touch
And I become indifferent to the strokes of the brush
There will be a need for silence and will you remain my crutch
Or will I have to find it again in the forest so green and so lush
Don't speak baby I fear I am losing this half of us
Going down the same road chocking on renewed dust
Or is it just a boil that will pop releasing it's pus
Though I am prepared to take the same stroll for your trust
Having been dead twice this is now my third and final time
Computer chip in my brain sending electrical pulses to my heart
So I can live again and never die as long as I continue on my dime
Recharging this love that keeps us in a never ending cycle to start
Baby keep me plugged in even when not using lest you forget
I still draw energies from the sun and the earth, water and wind
It is all the same thing where only the differences are contained
We harness the same power only in different ways now do you understand
Why I have your love held in my trust
Where no other can be found
When this type is only for the two of us
Wow my hair was frazzled until your ground
YOU ARE READING
New poetry book or...
PoetryShort story, long stories, stories that must rhyme and by written poetically, I think. I might add my earlier poems to this collection also.
