I swang
I swang.I swang from his heart thread to my last heart thread.
I swang unto his last heartbeats than I fallen, from his strings.
That were holding me up like a string puppet.
I sawng into the middle of a cold hearted man.
Into the middle of a trouble lost soul man heart's.
I sawng up,up,up, and away from mann kind.
Than swang down into a lost self loved man.
That has no name to think of,or to be trouble by, dreaming about this man.
I swang unto a note of the fiddler of itself just, fiddling away.
Than swang back into the ukulele player who played my, song.
A song for my lovers but a different type of beats, for my enemies.
I swang to thee of the hopeless loved ones who, plead the love to there special ones.
I swang from here, to there,to far,to near by hopes.
Copyright © Karleah Hall | Year Posted 2024
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