Would You Love Me If I Wasn'T a Poet
Would you still love me
if I never tore you apart
Took off your face paint
Got under your skin
Looked behind those hazel eyes
Put you back together again
better than before
say you didn’t snore
Lie true my teeth
catching these words falling through my mind
Would you still love me if I never thought deep
Seen outside the cosmos
went back and forth through time
put it into rhyme
Walked across the face of the sun
dug into its core
Came back to earth in a coronal mass ejection
blacking out cities
sowing fields with magnetism
Would you still love me without my indignation
to question god
Why he needed man
was there even a plan
Tell him human intelligence is driving us mad
how I see an abstract shape of eternity
From my perspective
one where we never die
So would you still love me if I wasn’t a poet
No, you would tell me I’m a pain!
for going with the grain
not speaking out, or freaking out
Bowing my head, whilst closing my mind
pretending I’m blind
You love a man not a poet
I love you too
because unlike this
you just don’t crow it
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