Swear you care

Swear you care

A Poem by J.A.N

Lost and forgotten

I must’ve seemed

Speaking of this

We reminisce


Red truck, pick me up

Forget me not, long walks

Parking lots, discuss

Number saved, you say

Sweetly, “can I hold you?”

Windows, left open

Four am, somewhere

Some street, some Summer

How many full moons

Had we seen

Before you asked

First kiss, boils over

Sunday morning, sunrise

Fall asleep, the taste of you

Upon these lips


Dressed in black

Brown eyes, clever smile

Pass by, time away

Something creeps

Into our veins, begging

Smoother me with kisses

White dress, turned red

Muffled whisper - "love you so"

Voices say, it's a game

Don't mean a thing

Have you ever played fair,

Turn 'round, tilt your hat

Swear you care, care, care


I remember, nice dream

Yet, no guarantees

Fix my strap, twist

And shout, run ahead now

© 2011 J.A.N

Author's Note

This scribble here might not make much sense.
But hey, we all write from experience.

Review if you'd like.

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Wow, this is beautiful. And it makes complete sense, I could see all of it, I've felt a lot of it first hand. Lovely terse rhythm that conveys the tension of the subject. I love it. :D

Posted 12 Years Ago

nice flow and unique rhythm I liked it

Posted 12 Years Ago

There is sincerity in random thought, and this poem is very vivid.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Why haven't I seen this before? ..some parts really flow and some parts almost seem like..when you hear a conversation but only catch a few of the words. It's great!

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Posted 12 Years Ago

This left me spinning. Its a great write. Pretty awesome.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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The best poetry makes no sense but to those willing to interpret it.

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Added on January 27, 2011
Last Updated on February 18, 2011



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