Matt Logan

The First

Asking of what can't be dreamed.
What can't come true is what i think of me and you.
Strange attractions have come to my mind.
A wishful thinking that could have made me blind.

I sing of no chorus in my graceless song.
My voice will scratch even when i don't sing it too long.
Curious thoughts fill every nook in my mind.
What else could be if only you will give me the time.

Feeling alone in a world full of people.
I don't even fit in praising at the steeple.
I'm not a brave man, but i'm doing what i can.
Staring into the night like a lonely fan.

Even though everything has to end.
The thought of you just won't bend.
My mind is weak and it is you i speak.
With a wishful heart and a dreaming soul.
I just thought i'd let you know.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 4, 2007
Poem Edited: Monday, February 21, 2011

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  • Alex Moore (5/9/2007 4:43:00 AM)

    i just lost my first love
    and this is almost exaclty what it feels like
    thankyou for you comment

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