Can you mend fences
When you only fix what you see
And all you see is half the fence?
Can you build bridges
When the water is rushing
And you don't know how to swim?
Can you tear down walls
When they're made of steel
And your wrecking ball is plastic?
Can you trust someone
When you don't listen to them
And only judge what you think you hear?
Your fences will always be broken.
Your bridges will always fall in.
Your walls will always keep good things out.
And your trust will always be only in yourself.
You must listen to build fences.
You must talk to build bridges.
You must trust to tear down walls
You must let walls fall to build trust.
I will stand and hold the boards while you hammer.
I will help keep you afloat until the bridge is built.
I will chip away at my side of the wall until I meet you.
Just trust that it was worth your time.
The trust has to be on both sides.
Mine is there. Always was.
All we need is yours.
So yeah... Welcome to my blog. This is my little piece of the world where things that are on my mind (and probably shouldn't be) get dumped. Keep in mind that to read this is to take a peek into my brain and sometimes I don't even like to be there so beware. If you think I am talking about you, take a minutes and ponder why I might have a thought about your that I'd want out of my head and understand that I put it here so that I didn't go off on you! Anyway, have fun reading!
Showing posts with label poetry flow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry flow. Show all posts
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Words...
Words are my chosen profession;
Words are what I wield like a sword.
Words both create and destroy in my world
But words fail me when I try to speak to you.
I want to say notice me.
I want to say talk to me.
I want you to know that I think you are my knight in shining armor
But when I have the chance words run away and stupid giggles fill their place.
Why do words work that way?
Why do they run away?
And why do giggles replace them?
So here where you won't see
Here where you won't go,
Here where they'll never reach your eyes,
I can say it:
I like you.
Like you as if we were in high school.
Like you the way the band geek likes the quarterback.
Like you like that girl in the back of the room
Who only took that seat so she could stare at you.
Please give me a chance.
Please don't pass me by.
Please ask me to the dance.
Please don't take a pass.
Words are my chosen profession.
Words create and destroy in my world.
So maybe one day my words will inspire you.
Maybe one day you'll see me trying
And you can fill in the words that always run away...
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