Now if i were to write the truth about the surfer and the wave,
It would be easier for me to understand how people see me and how I see them,
Manhy people have stayed at my house before,
Many people have passed through my life,
So what thats nothing, right,
I wouldn’t say i’m clever, but i know what i’m feeling,
Should i be doing this, having only known a few people in a few days,
Sure i’ll be a little sad tomorrow night, an empty house,
A promise i’m not sure i can forful,
I’m afraid, i had made this sign on the dotted line,
Now i don’t know, what i do know is that when i wake
The sun will shine somewhere, just not above my heart.
Even now, i can feel an electric wire around my heart,
Why should i be contained by such restraints.
When, in the days past, i have had a smile on me,
People have heard my joy,
My eyes have been that lost diamond in the sky,
Yet, they don’t know me,
I don’t know them,
I could be some devil hiding in a dogs costume.
They could be an angel, hiding behing a lions mane.
And what about the rest, what makes them so special?
Its me, its my heart that roars aloud with gratitude
And desire, like a rose looking for the sun
To grow and remember the warmth that was given,
And to that i say Amen.
this poem i think i reposted here later, so not much to say about it lol, except it is based off a true story lol.
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