I don't need your love to make me complete
read all the books, not about me
I'm smart enough to know
about the heart I can't hold
and the hand that has been let go
it wasn't out of need but my heart's want
about whispered words and a slow dance begun
unfinished lyrics once left unsung
under a moon I thought you'd hung
the moon has a way of slipping behind clouds
cool mountain breezes, that mock me now
stars gazed upon don't shine near as bright
memory haunts dreams, and come every night
when the dawn bleeds in red...
I write from my thoughts
putting it down, so I won't forget
an unpainted portrait without a regret
how long does it take to forget this love?
to put it aside and memory thereof
I can put it in prose, lyric and haiku
make it come out, the way I want it to
it wasn't out of need but my heart's want
about whispered words and a slow dance begun
unfinished lyrics once left unsung
under a moon I thought you'd hung
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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