Anticipation,
Exposed.
Can't you see it?
Written in the stars.
The freshly made dreams
Singing, singing for what we don't have.
Your mind is somewhere else,
My heart kissing yesterdays thoughts
Loving them,
Yet streaming tears,
Hush the silent street lights,
Their glow singing.
Still singing for what we don't have!
Tomorrow's passion still alive,
The glass of today glittering,
Shining at the thought.
Steamed by the lust,
Tired by the motion.
Still we sing, sing, for what we don't have.
Singing, pleading, hoping for,
What could be.
What should be,
Still it's what we don't have...
...and it's obvious to me.
Author notes
first write in well over a year! please let me have honest opinions, thank you!
critical comments... first thing written in over a year!
Comments
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great use of repetiton here. this kind of feels like overhearing a conversation, or reading someone's diary. it's very personal, and outsiders can only understand most of it, but even what cannot be understood obviously has a lot behind it, for us to guess and wonder at.
sad and desperate... yet not compeletly without hope, somehow.
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this was so easy to read... it just flowed from beginning to end. the singing for what we don't have was a great line interwoven throughout in different ways... and the title pulled it all together.
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