“RAPTURE” 7th July 1992

Poetry’s no good
for feelings like this
want to tear down the walls
anything for a kiss
torture to read the things
she left lying around
but someone has to
feel this way
Surrender to the rapture
the power of the waves
looking for a reason
deep inside myself
I can only find nothing
so black I can scare myself

I don’t hate him
i don’t hate her
I hope they’re happy together
what they’ve found
without a thought for the down, left out
Sometimes I wonder if I should tell them
nothing lasts forever

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