Poetry Page 2
Withered
I’m sending you a rose in the mail
Tenderly tucked between the pages of a long letter
It will die before it reaches you
But I thought you would appreciate the sentiment.
Your rose will go a minimum of three days with no
water and no air
Deprived of the very elements it needs to live
I hope it finds you just where you should be
And maybe it will remind you of how you left me.
I’m sending you a rose in the mail
Tenderly tucked between the pages of a long letter
It will die before it reaches you
But I thought you would appreciate the sentiment.
Your rose will go a minimum of three days with no
water and no air
Deprived of the very elements it needs to live
I hope it finds you just where you should be
And maybe it will remind you of how you left me.
Changed
Your fingertips speak eloquently to my arm
Tracing words into my flesh
And leaving the reminder of direct contact;
I wonder if you understand what’s changed.
Your eyes hold an in-depth conversation with mine
Calling for the reunification of two continents
And promising a bridge that will never break;
I wonder if you understand what’s changed.
Your smile dares to give subtext to your statements
Twisting your original words in to food for thought
And leaving the reminder of a requested resolution;
I wonder if you understand what’s changed.
Your embrace sings a soothing song to my soul
Countering yesterday with fantasies of tomorrow
And promising a bridge for the past to travel under;
I wonder if you understand what’s changed.
Your power over me has faded away
Leaving the reminder of an old flame
And promising a bridge that leads to something
new;
I wonder if you understand that I have gotten over
you.
Your fingertips speak eloquently to my arm
Tracing words into my flesh
And leaving the reminder of direct contact;
I wonder if you understand what’s changed.
Your eyes hold an in-depth conversation with mine
Calling for the reunification of two continents
And promising a bridge that will never break;
I wonder if you understand what’s changed.
Your smile dares to give subtext to your statements
Twisting your original words in to food for thought
And leaving the reminder of a requested resolution;
I wonder if you understand what’s changed.
Your embrace sings a soothing song to my soul
Countering yesterday with fantasies of tomorrow
And promising a bridge for the past to travel under;
I wonder if you understand what’s changed.
Your power over me has faded away
Leaving the reminder of an old flame
And promising a bridge that leads to something
new;
I wonder if you understand that I have gotten over
you.
It’s About You
She knows you never came back
You’re lost in a foreign place
Maybe that’s why you look forward to returning there,
Maybe you realize you left something behind.
She can tell you exactly what you left
It’s the part of you that could look at her and move
her
heart,
The part that knew how to enjoy life,
The part that wasn’t so cynical.
She spends hours listening to you tell stories
But you never mention the images you can’t forget,
The ones that visit your dreams at night,
The ones that won’t let you be at peace.
She hears the changes in your voice
Subtle shifts in tone that make you seem afflicted,
Tortured by what you’ve seen,
Tortured by what you’ve done.
She wants to help you but she doesn’t know how
Your wounds need treatment she can’t provide
Though she would if she was able,
Though she would if you let her.
She knows you never came back
You’re lost in a foreign place
Maybe that’s why you look forward to returning there,
Maybe you realize you left something behind.
She can tell you exactly what you left
It’s the part of you that could look at her and move
her
heart,
The part that knew how to enjoy life,
The part that wasn’t so cynical.
She spends hours listening to you tell stories
But you never mention the images you can’t forget,
The ones that visit your dreams at night,
The ones that won’t let you be at peace.
She hears the changes in your voice
Subtle shifts in tone that make you seem afflicted,
Tortured by what you’ve seen,
Tortured by what you’ve done.
She wants to help you but she doesn’t know how
Your wounds need treatment she can’t provide
Though she would if she was able,
Though she would if you let her.
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