a smile can put words to shame and a kiss can lead to nowhere at all blindly followed without question found myself alone in the end afterall
turn around and shut your eyes close your mouth around those sighs I'll take the blame for this for putting words on your lips and finding meaning to your touch denial never hurt this much and it's different somehow but I'm lying for both of us now
keep those tainted lips to yourself there's nothing even left here to say on the path alone once again sometimes I think it's better this way
turn around and shut your eyes close your mouth around those sighs I'll take the blame for this for putting words on your lips and finding meaning to your touch denial never hurt this much and it's different somehow but I'm lying for both of us now
and I hate doing this again thought I was stronger now than I was then
At first read it seems as if you are dealing with an abject curse in your life.
On second read it seemed as if you were a victim seeking retribution but not knowing how to get it.
On third read it seems your physical looks betray to others what you are truly seeking . . . real love, honest and genuine, enduring and everlasting, in a world that dwells hopelessly on the surface.
Absolutely flawless. I love the emotional burn of this; and the psychological play on self-blame; as well as the flow and very song-like quality - this would make an outstanding song! -- Jeff
Great song lyrics, and honest open expression of true feelings after love dies, but disagree with Andy we can never say no more for without love, the search for love and finding eventually someone to love even if it is not forever then what a shallow, empty life we would lead.
Felix
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on May 23, 2006
Like the beat to this. How many of us say the same, back to the start, again and again and again and again and again, then sense hits, no more.....
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Gary
Love Tinka
On second read it seemed as if you were a victim seeking retribution but not knowing how to get it.
On third read it seems your physical looks betray to others what you are truly seeking . . . real love, honest and genuine, enduring and everlasting, in a world that dwells hopelessly on the surface.
Richard
I love this kind of poetry.
John
Felix