don'tcha know

love poems have the
tendency
to make me love
ideologies
to make me live
in fantasy

i shouldn't write so many love poems
don'tcha know.

this rhymes in french, pt 1

tu pourrais
utiliser
un dictionnaire
pour rechercher

les mots ici
tu comprends pas
mais j'espere que
tu l'ferais pas

one day i want
to write tres belle
in English and
in French as well

steel and dogs and air balloons

(for Taylor)

it's like your chest is swelling
swelling
swelling
swelling
swelling
like it's filling up with air
and you're flying over
houses and
guard dogs
the people look but you don't care

it's like your heart is melting
melting
melting
melting
melting
you're like steel beneath the flame
and you're pouring over
mouldings and
heartstrings
you want the world to know her name

oh how you
wish that you
could just forget it all
go back to the beginning
but you can't settle down on the ground where you used to be
you can't recongeal to the form that you used to be
you're cooling in this moulding that you do not like at all
and you're hurtling uncomfortably from the sky

dessert

someday i want to be beautiful -
you know, beautiful like i used to think i was.
someday i want to deserve you -
you know, like only a beautiful girl could.

silence

he stands in the other room, feet shoulder-width apart, gazing out the window
we call him - thanks you, grampa! merry christmas! - but he does not turn
we say he cannot hear us, but i think he does not want to hear
he does not want to break the silence of the sorrow in his heart

twinkle

a million tiny beacons of light in the darkness
a million tiny promises of warmth in bitter cold
a million tiny flickers of life in the stillness
each twinkle a reflection of the Love that leads us home

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-kenny-loggins-ruined-christmas.html

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