andrew reeves


The Wind's Baby - Poem by andrew reeves

I am the thoughts that noone cares about
I am the songs that you cant do without
I am the cause behind every shout
I am the tangy taste of sour crout
The wind is a balloon with a present inside, it dissipates every fine line characterized and it searches every doo-da-dum behind your eyes
Where will it be the road so steep, teeter totter in the creek look and mention to the meek Tap and dance to the war within Greek walk slowly glowin' down the street Stand holly rollin right above your feet Break through and take it all but dont compete A thought can shatter both steel and concrete and i hate to love you messing with me
No need to trick who you're pretending to be
I know we all know when you're singing for free
The wind is a baloon with a present inside, it dissipates every fine line characterized, and it searches every doo-da-dum behind your eyes
Tic-Toc time is not a clock but a memory It's ok to find some peace in a friend you see It goes up and it soars then it anchors down when you bleed
Love Love, care care, might stare, its not fair is all you need
capture, contemplate, separate, saturate, liberate a tiny seed
The wind is a baloon with a present inside, it dissipates every fine line characterized, and it searches every doo-da-dum behind your eyes
When I stagnate and dissappear I watch your fear
Remember surrender I am never near, but follow me joyfully as I open up your career


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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 4, 2011


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