Tarnished Heart
On nights like these—
When you’re so silent
I can hear you breathe
I feel like such a pagan
Compared to church people
In stained glass houses
With lovely steeples
I don’t know why
You bother with me
I don’t bring you joy
Just cause you grief
I’m not even sure why
You saved me
from death…many times,
And yeah, spiritually
I listen to people
Who think they know you
Maybe they do
But somehow I doubt it
Do they stay up with you
Alone at night
Listening to you
While you make them cry?
I didn’t think so.
As for Christmas
I don’t know where to start
I can’t give anything
But a broken heart
So I’m not sure
Where this is leading to
Ten years ago
I thought I knew…
But I was a different man
Back then,
And didn’t know you.
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This a beautifully raw, and open wonder you have written, John. It is the kind of honesty I cherish in a friend.
thank you, lydon. You are a friend :)
Yes, yes they do...
That is sufficient:
Bless you, friend John.
thank you, my friend :)
There is a kind of hush.....in here. Selah
Okay, don't make me cry, lol
So beautiful. So nostalgic. So wishful.
Just like christmas.
Thank You for sharing.
thank you, @flashfiction, for always having a substantive comment
"Do they stay up with you
Alone at night
Listening to you
While you make them cry?"
Lovely!
I’m not even sure why
You saved me
from death…many times,
And yeah, spiritually
Favourite part!
thanks
Beautiful one! Really! Thanks for your kind words
thanks
Great dear keep it up.
thanks
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Beautiful poem :-)