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tone
by Frank Leethere was a complicated
curious
tone (in the way she said)
i love you
i guess i got the paranoid
blues
but i aint believe a word she
said it was like
some worthless news
and if i could have said something
well i guess i already did
and if my word
it meant for something
well then, i'll ask for you to forgive
my family, we, were supposed to be together
for one
one last glorious night
and i, i, was there to witness the, well,
i guess you could call it
(spectacular)
fight.
fight against what had been calling
fight against truth, love, and time.
fight against what,
what was aching,
aching to know the difference between a dime (Bag)
maybe passion is a crime
so i shrug..
i shrug off these feelings
feelings of what you want me to feel
and i loathe in indifference and i guess
i reveal
a cooler, calmer, sense of being,
and i guess that's what is the appeal
12/25/2008 Posted on 12/25/2008
Copyright © 2024 Frank Lee
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/26/08 at 12:16 AM Damn those paranoid blues, eh? At least you get some good writing out of it. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/27/08 at 03:37 PM Captivating slice of (romantic) instrospection Frank. Thanks also for your comment on my latest. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/28/08 at 02:49 PM A soul blues; loss of love, a dysfunctional relationship, disintegration of family. |
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