can't break a heart...

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited September 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
...and have it.
what the fuck!
she sings it as she reads its name
she knows she's in tune but she's not quite sure how
she knows this song but.....?
black francis singing hermann brood
a musician and artist
leapt from the amsterdam hilton and took his own life
an addict an influence
a great tragic tale
but from where does she know it
ah! a light!
hang on she thinks she knows
she flips through her CDs and there it is
sitting between a 'film maker' and a 'trigger inside'
a gift from a friend.
she puts her headphones on and listens
she starts then stops
just the silliest thing they used to share
she remembers that avenue is closed to her now
so she resigns herself to knowing these little sparks
she comes across will remain within her always
cause no one else will quite understand
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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Comments

  • jamie ukjamie uk Posts: 3,812
    That's very good Cate. Little sparks inside, because no one else understands, I think they can be very reassuring to all of us. Keep the sparks, they're yours. juk
    I came, I saw, I concurred.....
  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    tis about learning to let go actually.
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    or living without. whichever gets the job done. :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • jamie ukjamie uk Posts: 3,812
    or living without. whichever gets the job done. :)
    Sure. Thing is, whatever makes one happy is fine, so long as it doesn't harm anyone else..it's no problemo.
    I came, I saw, I concurred.....
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