Written in 2007. The title is from a Mansun song "WITNESS TO A MURDER (PART TWO)".
Time heals most things but not all.
Kleptomania (standing in the way) of the heart I’ve walked away from love, A thousand times or more. Ending up where I began, A thousand times or more. I’ve walked away from love, Looking up to the sky through whispering trees Waving into blind eyes, (I can see shattering hearts).
Tiny perfect moments Like skipping stones, Across water to another life. Scattered hearts washed down in the rain No help from drowning, dreams left drowning Emotionally I’m wrapped up in vines.
Parting without being forced too Rain soaked shoes and kaleidoscopic eyes, Transition into your own life is static. Balancing infrequencies on top of illusions Swept up to the sky, raindrops fall from your eyes Just for scarce tiny perfect moments (But I can't see you there) dreams don't last.
Kleptomania (standing in the way) of the heart, Sorry love it's too soon. Waving into blind eyes (making time) can't find the time, Sorry love it's too late.
Far away Not far enough, Further back Farther from yourself. You love; you don’t love, You end up falling in love; You love, you don’t love, You end up falling in love again.
Tiny perfect moments Like skipping stones, Across water to your other life.
"Tiny perfect moments
Like skipping stones,
Across water to another life."
This is a great refrain. The poem makes me think of stolen moments as rain drops falling in the ocean... they keep coming, they dissolve so quickly and yet their image remains imprinted on our memory. Love the insistant rhythm and repetition of this poem.
"Tiny perfect moments
Like skipping stones,
Across water to another life."
This is a great refrain. The poem makes me think of stolen moments as rain drops falling in the ocean... they keep coming, they dissolve so quickly and yet their image remains imprinted on our memory. Love the insistant rhythm and repetition of this poem.
can always appreciate an internal rhyme structure, especillay when you read it, notice it, but then when you go back to try and find it you cant. so you read it again, and it happens again and you think youre going mad, but then realise that somewhere unneath there is a small genius being played with. maybe you dont even notice it yourself. maybe the words belonged together.
If perfection existed, this would be as close to perfect as perfect can be, in the form of poetry.
I identify completely with every single word of it.
I can imagine myself writing it.
Such an honest, raw, moving poem!
You are a GREAT poet!
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Scattered hearts washed down in the rain
this is my most favorite line, I loved it ... like Paris Renay says, I think this would be a great song, I can even hear it as I read along.
"Tiny perfect moments
Like skipping stones,"
What a beautiful analogy! I enjoyed this poem for it simple grace and the meaning it held.
I think, honestly, this would make a wonderful song, striking the hearts of all who hear it.
Well done. God bless : )
I'm Russell from Wales.
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