Monday 1 August 2016

An Old Poem That Doesn't Rhyme.

Don’t forget to fall in love

If I were cupid
and sailing through the sky
I’d send an arrow through your heart
and thus, tie you
irrecoverably to all the beauties of the world

to raindrops
and birds in spring
to the smirk that turns into a smile
to long walks
and midnight talks

I’d keep you from the wolves and haters
who threaten to tare you
bit by bit
in helpless pieces. 

Never let a pair of eyes sway you
from all the hopes you hold so dear
don’t let it pass
don’t close your eyes

Look- look steadfastly
on the ugly
on the beauty
don’t let one make up for another

weigh- weigh unabashedly
let what falls short in the balance
be the determination of your choice

If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. 

Look for the gleam in 
the spirits and the hearts
look for the dash of cotton in a blue blue sky
the happy wave of branches 
in breezes that sing new melodies

New melodies
new life — too free
to fall for it anymore.

They fool you,
if they tell you people will satisfy
people will fill your heart
people break
people bash

Yes, fall in love

but not with people.

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