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ladies & gents, a salud to a young aspiring poet...
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by Margeaux St Croix
Mind the gap
Between the outstretched hands and superfocused eyes
We can laugh, and we can lie
Just like a nation's credo meant to make us feel okay
We'll lie, and be alright
An illusion is our unit
Born into the lap of love, and who's to feel at fault
When time comes that love is only shared,
And not a love that's one for all
Nice to meet you,
I'm your teenage cousin
I smell like soap and smoke, I speak of time and truth
I like your smile and laugh, and how you walk
And so, I love you
Nice to know you,
I'm your great niece, unremoved
I know so much about your life, I've heard more than I'd have liked
True or false, but I suppose in time, I'll know the truth
My grandfather's your twin, he plays the sax, and I love him
And so, I love you
It's been quite nice, having you around
You've done things I can't remember, and the rest I won't forget
As I've grown, my eyes have shrunken you to something I can barely see
Subject to my scrutiny, the young imagination, ignorant hatred so undue
And so I won't have reddened hands, I'll let it be
And so it shall be known, how I love you
Margeaux St Croix
(c) 2007
(?)
by Margeaux St Croix
Mind the gap
Between the outstretched hands and superfocused eyes
We can laugh, and we can lie
Just like a nation's credo meant to make us feel okay
We'll lie, and be alright
An illusion is our unit
Born into the lap of love, and who's to feel at fault
When time comes that love is only shared,
And not a love that's one for all
Nice to meet you,
I'm your teenage cousin
I smell like soap and smoke, I speak of time and truth
I like your smile and laugh, and how you walk
And so, I love you
Nice to know you,
I'm your great niece, unremoved
I know so much about your life, I've heard more than I'd have liked
True or false, but I suppose in time, I'll know the truth
My grandfather's your twin, he plays the sax, and I love him
And so, I love you
It's been quite nice, having you around
You've done things I can't remember, and the rest I won't forget
As I've grown, my eyes have shrunken you to something I can barely see
Subject to my scrutiny, the young imagination, ignorant hatred so undue
And so I won't have reddened hands, I'll let it be
And so it shall be known, how I love you
Margeaux St Croix
(c) 2007
1 Comments:
Thanks for giving me some recognition! I am really glad you liked the poem. It's about family, for those who aren't quite sure (partly about being a black sheep in the family and whether unconditional love in a family is reality or something we have convinced ourselves of)...more of a personal perspective on the topic, but I'm sure many others will relate. Thanks!
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