mandag 1. juni 2015

Simple


you say I’m simple
‘cause I cannot see
the utter line
of my own thoughts –

and you say I’m naive
‘cause I’m saying
step into my heart!
whenever you pound my door

and then I’m strange
‘cause my lines don’t rhyme
and my heart rate chances
every time I write your name –

ok, let go, I’m simple
let go I’m strange and naive;
this red coloured math
of your heart is enough
for keeping my world spin around




5 kommentarer:

  1. :) that's quite sweet, especially that last verse. thank you for sharing with the first prompt at the site.

    SvarSlett
  2. Sometimes simple can be more layered than the not so simple, just like this poem. Simple yet not.

    SvarSlett
  3. nothing simple about the tension and the pulling of the heartstrings

    SvarSlett
  4. This is wonderful:
    "this red coloured math
    of your heart is enough
    for keeping my world spin around"

    SvarSlett