Red Velvet StalemateA Poem by Drea DawsonSpring 2020
You're not like the rest
I can't forget about you It's like you were some big book and you'd only let me read a few chapters I think of those unread chapters 10 years later I wonder what notes I would've written in the margins of your library book You had so much music Terabytes of emotion Singing words you can't say While you danced alone in the corner And I sat in front of the TV My right hand on the screen Fascinated by his fingers You tell me to get off the floor I tell you to quit dancing alone And we had a red velvet stalemate in that apartment near South Congress Street Every album is a door I remember you with so many songs I feel like a bird Waiting on bread crumbs So I could understand you better By another man's words You always punished me For getting too close For reading your lyrics I hear it's The quickest way to get exiled Off the island of Captain 'Go It Alone' And why won't you talk to me? It's the hardest part of it all This forced silence so You can remain in control I can move on and I can move away and I can change and grow But I can't unhear or unsee or unknow And I could never make you stay You had so much music Terabytes of emotion Singing words you can't say While you danced alone in the corner And I sat in front of the TV My right hand on the screen Fascinated by his fingers You tell me to get off the floor I tell you to quit dancing alone And we had a red velvet stalemate in that apartment near South Congress Street © 2020 Drea Dawson |
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Added on April 20, 2020 Last Updated on April 20, 2020 AuthorDrea DawsonHouston, TXAboutPoet, Songwriter, Multi-instrumentalist & Book collector more..Writing
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