Tangled Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

I didnt come here to barrow
some money, or try to get you
to bed, i didnt come here to
walk on water, or pretend that
you are my friends.

AND the angels are always
around us, and the saints
are playing these drums,
and the lovers are always
thinking, is this the one?

I didnt come here to hear
your confessions, or turn
the other way, i didnt come
here to wipe away your smile,
or watch a movie on tv.

AND the angels are always
around us, and the saints
are playing these drums,
and the lovers are always
thinking, is this the one?