Monday, June 1, 2009

The Harp

There are scars on the floorboards
And the sun in my eyes
Blocks my view, of the source
Of the mood.
The strings resonate and pull me inside
As always, my mind wanders to you
Revelate, Retract, Revelation!
I’ve had many
As such hearts do.
But as the applause sounds
I come to another
You may love her more, and she you
But sure as shit and taxes, I love you better

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