In the silence she realizes this is just another love poem There’s a cry in her chest, a lump refusing to be released Just another love poem In the silence no one can hear the wind whispering mysteriously, the hallway isn’t creaking But her loneliness screams in just another love poem
The pins dropp here and there, here and we don’t hear them in the silence And then all of a sudden we are aware of how alone we are
How alone as we listen to love songs in the car And in a calm and desperate moment she wants to take an exacto knife and cut the lump out And put it on the mantel like crystal, pure tones ringing her silent screams A souvenir Just another knickknack in this love poem
She knows this time it will be better than before She can hear the sixteen crickets chirping, and once again she only understands five, there are so many more in the silence, singing incoherent words Sixteen melancholy voices calling out to her
And she sings so buoyantly I am beautiful, words can bring me down I am beautiful in this love poem
I wanted to be a painter so I could show you I wanted to be a folk singer so I could carry you But this is just another love poem
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11/24/2009 1:33:10 PM. #.34# You Are Here:
Another Love Poem by LisaAnn LoBasso