I'm feeling pensive
Extensive time is spent
Bent, at the angle of a swan's neck
A half of a heart
Whole heartedly searching
For another swans neck to connect
Symmetrical feather-covered flesh
Representative of the love that I long to possess
Two long necks
Curved arcs
Even when apart
Hearts start to mesh
Now it may sound far-fetched
But a starving heart only fed carnal sex
Targets love, but misses
And starts to starve to death
Keep the swans together, yes
Hardened by the test
But softened by a tender heart
Within the dark depths of a scarred chest
Hardly any heart left
Daily denial of swan death
The city is a beast
And it's heart is Central Park - where the two swans rest
Well rested
Protected
Untested by city negelect
We are the swans
The swans are us
Right between the eyes
We touch
A complete picture
Picture this
A picture perfect bliss
Exists on swan lake, if I'm not mistaken miss
Act upon fate
See how the swans relate to this
Bare feet dangle in the lake by the fish
Just beyond the stairs and the fountain
High
But grounded
The square peg didn't fit
But the square peg rounded
When it found this
It's rare, but I found it
And I pronounced it like this
Love
And the swans heard us
And they swam over to us
And they gave us a kiss
Nah, no wait
That never happened
I just imagined it
Cause you don't exist
This poem is just a wish
You don't exist
Just ink from a pen
Held tight in a closed fist
You don't exist
But the swans do
But what do
The swans do
In the Winter?
Leave the lake heartless
Hearts break bitter
The lake can't take the litter
And I can't take the fate of a quitter
But I give up
Cause next Summer
The swans might not show up
Or I might not be there to see them
I guess it was wrong for us to try to be them
So I'm left half hearted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem