A plate of glass

love poem

　

hit a tender nerve

as if you haven't heard

what a disturbing word

time is on our side by in time

we all want to run away & hide

from the notion of love

springs from help from above

tend to push things under the rug

hearing voices with tender choices

can't even cope with hope

like having a fight with the soap on the rope

yet I'm doing my thing in the evil swing

nothing but a plate of glass

right out on the patio

the weaker you get inflates your ego

　

a song in silence

a hymn in private

words expressed words unheard

life is but a contest

it's filled with tests I must confess

some are left behind an eight ball

from that of a know it all

but you will know when your number is up

now at a good angle the plate glimmers in the light

never give up on the fight