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| David ByrneTwo poems about YouStormsilence The lightning crashed slowly into my ventricle inflicting maximum damage and forebodingly forecasting yet another dull, low boom of thundering pain. How was I to prepare for when the rains came flooding? I had so brightly burned for you, Brusquely breaking all the laws the fool can keep (and I didn't look before I leapt - ) I had come slamming and bursting against your gate and wistfully waited for you to open up to me; but before you did I was swept Away on this tide of melancholy, a mangled mess of jaded memories and shattered hopes, piercing and snagging my feelings. The fire is out. The rain is falling softly all around me but the storm in my heart is far from over. And with each Beat of the torrent to hit me afresh, I swear I hear your name in the downfall. Mopping up I finally spilt the beans to you -well, flung them with great force- and shredded my ragged heart just that little bit more with my blunt tin-opener words. What was in the can I can't tell you -but beans and worms is a reasonable first guess- but I definitely heard the thundering silence of your thoughts as the cut of the can of my words made its lacerations on your mind. Looks like we have some mopping up to do. | |||||||||
