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Heather Endicott Poem
I sat down and tried to write
a sweet, little love song in the moonlight.
I wanted it to have the sweetest words...
ones you have not yet heard.
I tried to write a catchy little tune
sitting there underneath the moon.
I tried alternative, I tried to make it rhyme.
I tried a little rock and roll, jazz and even ragtime.
I made it country and then changed it to blues.
I'm still trying to write it (and its almost noon)!
I don't want it too mushy or ten pages long.
I just want a sweet, little love song.
I don't want it confusing or full of white lies.
I guess, at least , I can say I tried!
But, I'm DONE NOW! I can't write it!
And there is no use going on.
So, I guess I'll just send you
this sweet , little love poem.
Copyright © Heather Endicott | Year Posted 2006
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Heather Endicott Poem
It does not really matter if I am misunderstood.
Trying to understand me will not do you any good.
Things are not always what they seem
and everything I say may not be what I mean.
My face may shine in spite of
this frown upon my face.
Or a tear may find itself
completely out of place.
So, please don't look at me
without first opening your eyes wide.
And try not to judge me
without first looking inside.
For today I may walk
with my head above the clouds,
trying to find myself included in the crowd.
But tomorrow I may have my feet
securely on the ground.
Trying to be alone with who I am...
NO JUDGEMENTS ALLOWED!
Copyright © Heather Endicott | Year Posted 2006
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Heather Endicott Poem
How can a lost love
that hurt our hearts so bad
compare to a knife in the back
that made our hearts so mad?
When just the reminder
of all the crosses you have bared
and all of the bridges
that you have burnt on a dare...
stay with you like
one long nightmare.
And you try to convince yourself
over and over again.
That the only one who can remove
that knife from where it has been
is the one who un carelessly put it there
that one who called himself friend.
And a heart was meant to be broken...
How can thy say it so easily?
Unless of course, they have never
had one broken like me.
Copyright © Heather Endicott | Year Posted 2006
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