And yet you
Know that it’s
About our third
And that maybe
What hasn’t happened
Has before before
And that there
In that silence
Something new born
Idea: equal/good
And that began
All this called
Quiet re gentrification
Knock yourselves out!
Category: Falling in Love
GodNoIWasDrunk
Do any of
You know what
It’s like to
Let life go
It’s a dark silence
Absence of laughter
Absence of glee
Absence of anything
Remotely curiously normal
Yet there in
That incubus that
Hothouse of thought
Spawned ideas of
Baldwin and Stoppard
That may be
Love was simpler
Than we thought
That maybe just
Maybe love was
Just simply love
Love (to boo and bean)
Love does haunt
It hurts and
Is joyous it
Bleeds and weeps
It’s sometimes bitter
And sometimes sweet
But love is
Constant either aching
Or joyful you
Can always count
On love from
Me to you
Boo (to boo)
And he was
Black and young
And I was
White and old
But somewhere we
Found harmony an
Understanding that despite
Differences we complimented
Each other like
Piano keys and
There in sharps
And flats we
Made music heard
Only by us
I will never
Forget you boo
LoveLuck
I haven’t had
Much luck in
Love but great
Fortune my purse
May be empty
But my heart
Remains full I’m
A terrible gambler
I cannot bluff
When it comes
To love often
Loosing but always
Enjoying the game
And isn’t that
Better in the
Long run anyway
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 