I sing for you.
I sing in wait for you.
I sing away my pain,
In wait for you.
Tears may fall.
Tears may fall as I sing.
Tears may fall as I sing
The pain away.
Tears of love.
Tears of love and longing.
Tears of love and longing
Fall down my cheeks.
I long to see you.
I long to hear from you.
I long to see your smile,
And hear your laugh.
I long to love.
I long to love you.
I long to love you,
And have your love.
I can only hope.
I can only hope, you see.
I can only hope you see;
Understand me.
I sing with passion.
I sing with passion and hope.
I sing with passion and hope,
Only for you.
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
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If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold