Love as a Foreign LanguageA Poem by Aziz Lutherwhat the family dreams of you becoming in the future and making sure you don't stray what does the heart have to say about that?
I'm chasing your dreams just to put a smile in your face,
Just to send you to that happy place, I'm tearing myself apart. And yet more you want, more you take, I cannot let blood turn cold. Especially as that blood turns old. I guess I'm the type you walk all over, Forgive me if I never call. Love is a foreign mistress I once knew We might have felt it a time or two But you knew, when I walked out I was never coming about and since i can never say it to your face I'll let you know through the interwebs I'm still chasing your dreams, With a sad smile on my face. I still aim to please Maybe I can never find love in this foreign place Love You. © 2014 Aziz LutherAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAziz LutherPhoenix, AZAboutI'm Chris. I have always thought of poetry as painting in words. Giving precise details with a shower of metaphors, taking a reader on a journey, making the reader understand the poet. I have always l.. more..Writing
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