Poetry For Everyday People
First Day Of The Year
Lock the door
lock the door
I don't want out today
there's enough madness
here
just classical music
today
locked door
and classical music
beer
wine
soup
candles
us
memories
beginnings
it's the first
of the year
and this will
be the year
of the
poem cure
I will wrap
you up
in soft touch
and rose pedals
be your
warrior guard
your soul
confidant
pouring you wine
and poems
pushing an ottoman
to rest your
worries
this is the year
of the
poem cure
nights
days
of just us
leaning
on one another
I type it
needing you
you read
needing me
moments like
these
you wonder
where the wine
will lead us
as the words
come
and you
begin to relax
these walls that
seem to surround us
have brought us
together
we've locked
them out
so we can meet
sooth the pain
sooth the loneliness
let the hair down
the shoes off
the scars exposed
pleasure without guilt
tears without sadness
a free cure
a friend without
judgment
the wine's
for you
the ottoman's
for you
the loneliness
of our brains
reaching
beyond
our own captivity
last night
was last year
the time machine
at midnight
promised us
or we promised us
we'll take care
of each other
we'll have
each others back
the poem's
for you.
lock the door
I don't want out today
there's enough madness
here
just classical music
today
locked door
and classical music
beer
wine
soup
candles
us
memories
beginnings
it's the first
of the year
and this will
be the year
of the
poem cure
I will wrap
you up
in soft touch
and rose pedals
be your
warrior guard
your soul
confidant
pouring you wine
and poems
pushing an ottoman
to rest your
worries
this is the year
of the
poem cure
nights
days
of just us
leaning
on one another
I type it
needing you
you read
needing me
moments like
these
you wonder
where the wine
will lead us
as the words
come
and you
begin to relax
these walls that
seem to surround us
have brought us
together
we've locked
them out
so we can meet
sooth the pain
sooth the loneliness
let the hair down
the shoes off
the scars exposed
pleasure without guilt
tears without sadness
a free cure
a friend without
judgment
the wine's
for you
the ottoman's
for you
the loneliness
of our brains
reaching
beyond
our own captivity
last night
was last year
the time machine
at midnight
promised us
or we promised us
we'll take care
of each other
we'll have
each others back
the poem's
for you.
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First Day Of The Year
First Day Of The Year
