Just Friends

Just Friends

A Poem by m.s.early

Do you remember the night down by the river
The moon was full and all the trees together
Were wondering why we had never kissed
And honestly I wonder too
It's like I've betrayed the trees and moon
You say I'm the artist and you simply exist

But I can't accept those surly thoughts
Like blood so thin they will not clot
Running through this broken heart in vain
It still feels something is amiss
But here we are, it's come to this
Like leaves that die before they sprout in spring

You point out the things my heart forgets
Such as from the time when we first met
We used each other to satiate our voids
I would try to explain but only confound
You said that I should dumb it down
And the only thing I loved was my own voice

It's funny how I forget those days 
When I see your eyes catch the moon like waves
You say we'll never be and I know it's true
But we'll always have the moon and trees
With sprouts that will never bloom to leaves
I've given up the thought but not on you

© 2014 m.s.early


Author's Note

m.s.early
This is a song I wrote. I'm waiting for the guys' schedules to coincide so I can lay it down.

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This has a sweetness in the wording that I know comes from the very heart of you. Lovely poem!

Posted 10 Years Ago


love this...and bet it will make a great song...

i especially like the wording in the first verse.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This surely rings a bell for many of us.
It's really odd what things we remember and or forget about a time and place while the other person who was there remembers or forgets something completely different.
Hmmmmm. Makes us think.
Very good.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Damn my heart just fell into my shoes.... the way you write, you just bring us right into that place, where the moon hung low in the sky and the trees captured the whispered hopes of youth. So beautiful, and a very relatable topic... those who we never kissed...wonderful write. I think I am hooked.

Posted 10 Years Ago


tales of foreclosed gratification are the most romantic of them all. great song-writing material. can't wait to hear it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Your the silver lining.......

Posted 10 Years Ago


Yesterday was a bad day....and then came this beautiful poem! I would love to hear it as a song. For now I am hearing "Lay' em Down" by NEEDTOBREATHE. to accompany it. I'll be goin down to the river hang my feet in the water and listen to the music. It's way past time. Excellent as always X. One day I'll be reading your book of poetry there while I listen to the world chatter:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


I love it. It is a trip down memory lane, sweet, seductive, and leaves the lingering question...Why not?
Great write, Xavier!

Posted 10 Years Ago


The mind never forgets when the heart never regrets. A wonderful romance satiating the void of days and eliminating the agony of loneliness...Excellent...:).....

Posted 10 Years Ago



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