Love,
Where is it found?
In a warm coffee shop?
How about in a drag of a cigarette?
Maybe it's art on the crumbly walls?
Or the open sign?
Maybe it's in the hand of an Iranian playing cards?
Or maybe, just maybe it's in our hearts,
Free from seeing this outside world.
I think that's it.
That sounds the most likely to fit.
Lets go back to the start.
Love,
It's found in the heart.
You can share it at a coffee shop while you talk and smoke a cigarette.
The art on the walls is the love people put on a piece of paper.
The open sign welcomes you to it's heart with friendly beings inside.
For the people playing cards,
I think it's just the hearts on the cards themselves.
Well I found a little love tonight.
A coffee shop was the place.
Your question made me question,
Where is the love?
Poetry from a kid in a rough time in his life, has bi-polar and writes to help himself out.
Popular Posts
-
The full moon has risen, Tonight is the night i come out to feed, On what you ask, To feed on my new way of living. How, is your next questi...
-
Relax It's just one day Everyone will care if you die I promise Life is tough But you're tougher Just listen to your music Write It ...
-
Her voice reminds me of fingers dragging down a chalk board Face with so much makeup, it looks like a pig covered in mud Body that jiggles l...
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment