Art of Way

by

The Artist is the art

she moves,she moves me

she speaks and calls my name

she laughs I can smile and dream

I said shes love

reason

I've waited all this time for something

not really knowing until I seen it

at this point there is no season

the begining

she gives me clubs hearts and diamonds

the spades I dig up on my own

she lets me win until the last moment

and puts me in checkmate again

she spins and tries to get it off the ground

its up to the wind to choose to take it

I run with her

I run for her

I run to her

she is a gift

she is she I am me

together we listen

to her I whisper

don't I tell her my best line

and go back and rewrite them?

can I ever really love what is love

am I the only one

I should not say anything about it

its too late

I could'nt wait

just outta the blue

from nowhere

"I love you"

across the sound

from now on

would I say the right thing

would'nt I do anything

and be crazy enough to quit

whatever got in the way

crazy about the reason I have to love

me and you

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Forsee My Death
by: Angela Darlene Bean
from: Staunton, VA, US

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