A romantic poem I wrote for a contest once.The old name was too long, so I had to edit it. |
The wind whispers its gossip of the angry storm With the harshest of howls Or of its account of the hottest days With the softest of whistles But it won't speak of our humane sin: We've absconded with each other's hearts We're fugitives, you know On the run from "you" and "me" We threw love's dust in the eyes of you and me And absconded, with fiery conviction, in the wake to become ''we'' The charges are endless: We took time without its permission We lied to the grand juries in our hearts, The courts of conviction and passion, Saying what we felt was not so We stole each other hearts We killed doubt on the point When you and me became we But no one knows besides us And the wind won't testify in my favor or your's: We're both fugitives So set our sins to the wind And let it gossip of the angriest of storms And catcall the hottest of days And know that it will never speak of our humane sins I'll keep stealing me from me If you keep stealing you from you So we can always merge our stolen goods, evils And remain ''we'' And if you ever feel the victim of this sin This humane sin Remember: I've stolen you as much as you've stolen me . |