Frankie Renae

Rookie (Aug 30,1988 / Nebraska)

Charcoal Writing (On Our Open Hands) - Poem by Frankie Renae

You feel in silence
You know that second
Where just for a moment
Everything is alright
Yeah, you feel like that one
Standin underneath the sun


Chorus:
In the open grass
A cool spring sky before the rains
Come down
Take your hands, let them out
Spin lonely
Come down to me
Take my hands
And let it out

I feel like silence
Sweet spinning softly
The top ten reasons why
I feel like I could fly
Far there with the blackbirds
Feathers fall and turn to words

Chorus

Feel like sweet silence
And I've got charcoal writing on
My hands
Take your hands, let them out
Spin with me
The words a breeze
Not too hard
To see my heart

Spin

Chorus


This charcoal writing
It feels like silence
And dares to speak stories
We both know what they say

In the open grass
A cool spring sky before the rains
Come down
Take your hands, let them out
Spin with me
Come down to me
Take my hands
And let it out


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, April 11, 2008


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