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Adam Chambers *blush* <3
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[Title] Words From A Poet's Heart
A twirl of hair drapes across her tender face
The gentle winds are whispering
A swirl of clouds linger like her silky lace
My eyes are hardly stirring
A thought is still in the shadows of my room
The dream has not been too right
I read the letters in the yellow light of noon
And at the stroke of midnight
Do I appear to speak in poems while always manifesting
Have I been clear in every word I've ever said
Or has the fog been growing
Do I remember or forget the songs she sang with love
I only stare into the ground and up above
Where stars like eyes are twinkling
A spark of fire seems to light the road of pain
Leaps with no cry or warning
A park, where green grass is growing just the same
Is where I find the morning
Her soul is waiting in the silence of the rain
Yet thunder roars in anger
I scream in fear for every hope without a name
Becomes the rising danger
Do I reflect a radiant light or am I coloured black
I only know the crimson color of her eyes
And violet dresses, full back
Do I regret or feel no shame in what I've always known
I let my face drop to the ground while all alone
I weep against the coat rack
A voice confuses me within the dreary night
It says that I am humble
But no one could love a man who begs his right
To live in worlds that crumble
She looks into the face of something that I am
And wonders if she knows me
I see that twirl of hair between her folded hands
She prays on bended knee
Could I know deep within my heart that she has seen the truth
I think I know from swirling like the violet clouds
I'm simple and uncouth
Do I move on or do I stay in garden walls around me
Her song continues to be played so silently
I'm back in days of youth
Will I be stillened by her mellow song again
Or was last night the end
A twirl of hair drapes across her tender face
The gentle winds are whispering
A swirl of clouds linger like her silky lace
My eyes are hardly stirring
A thought is still in the shadows of my room
The dream has not been too right
I read the letters in the yellow light of noon
And at the stroke of midnight
Do I appear to speak in poems while always manifesting
Have I been clear in every word I've ever said
Or has the fog been growing
Do I remember or forget the songs she sang with love
I only stare into the ground and up above
Where stars like eyes are twinkling
A spark of fire seems to light the road of pain
Leaps with no cry or warning
A park, where green grass is growing just the same
Is where I find the morning
Her soul is waiting in the silence of the rain
Yet thunder roars in anger
I scream in fear for every hope without a name
Becomes the rising danger
Do I reflect a radiant light or am I coloured black
I only know the crimson color of her eyes
And violet dresses, full back
Do I regret or feel no shame in what I've always known
I let my face drop to the ground while all alone
I weep against the coat rack
A voice confuses me within the dreary night
It says that I am humble
But no one could love a man who begs his right
To live in worlds that crumble
She looks into the face of something that I am
And wonders if she knows me
I see that twirl of hair between her folded hands
She prays on bended knee
Could I know deep within my heart that she has seen the truth
I think I know from swirling like the violet clouds
I'm simple and uncouth
Do I move on or do I stay in garden walls around me
Her song continues to be played so silently
I'm back in days of youth
Will I be stillened by her mellow song again
Or was last night the end