Black Poetry : One Breath, After the Next...

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  1. coey30

    coey30 Well-Known Member MEMBER

    United States
    Aug 26, 2008
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    I cannot separate my life and my poetry. I write my living and I live my work.

    I don’t remember falling in love with you. I just remember holding your hand realizing how much it was going to hurt when I would have to let it go. And so I stay home missing you more than ever. I found that loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you.

    I smile in crowds, just fake faces in public places
    Just trying to find the wide open spaces and hope for Gods graces
    And I breathe walking backwards over the steps I retrace
    Looking for the a love lost that I somehow misplaced
    But how do you hang on to someone who clearly want to be let go
    How do you hide your heart from breaking so it doesn’t show
    I’m only asking cause I surely don’t know
    And tossing coins is a wishing well won’t make it so
    And so I breathe and tell myself something better is on the way
    Something is coming but maybe not today
    And that gives hope
    Helps me cope
    Knowing that I have not reached the end of my rope
    And I breathe with the force of a hurricane
    And I release the frustration, anxiety and the pain
    She encourages me and tell me to pray
    Put it in God’s hands which I do every day
    And it’s funny that her laughter is the soundtrack to my smile
    And there is a gentle way about her I believe it’s that southern style
    A country girl in the middle of no where
    She shared her story of how she ended up there
    And I can tell she loves with a big heart
    If it could be measured it would be marked off the chart
    So I see her beauty through the telephone line
    She’s got my attention and I’m not going to waste her time
    Cause a good woman is hard to find

    Even thought my heart has been broken I will still love you with the pieces. Some people say they would love you to them moon and back and for you I’d visit every single star. And it’s the mystery of you is what I want to spend my life exploring.