while listening to "Summer 78" part 1

[sallekhana]

i pull up in my truck and clammer out quietly in the night
shoving my keys and my hands in my pockets,
concealing the weapons that destroy me night and day.
if i had a cellar the size of my heart
i still wouldn't be able to stay away
the arsanal that is my folly and fault.
i shuffle down the sidewalk as i pass a kissing couple;
the girl, a bruenet, cries when she plays the violen.
theres just something about the notes she produces
that seem so pure they cut to the very core of her.
her mate, a tall fellow, caries her and her pain,
he knows when she's hurting even when she doesn't say.
he just knows.
they fit together like two puzzle pieces made of clay,
shaped and fit in there love and trust.
i stare down at my stupid clumsy feet wishing that was me.
i accept the fact its not and will never be for me.

 

[Jesse]

It's a great poem man, but don't ever lose hope that someday you'll have someone. Simply believing you will can help your chances.

 

[SophiaGrace]

You spelled there wrong. It should be Their, not there.

Otherwize, good piece.