by Andre Rodriguez
Give me one last chance to make a first impression.
Maybe it can dull the fangs of your oppression.
Gaze at the dark circles of my face.
I'm more than endless awkward mystery.
Outside a humming thumping crushing bass.
Inside a golden glass of passion and melody.
Do not be deceived by what your heart sings.
Listen to the energy of the things unseen.
Secret strings of chords like flowing springs.
Whispering love to keep cutting it keen.
Can you yet feel your pain in my heart?
I know its strange to feel so stout.
But i can not stop once i start.
Until you are sealed on loves chart.
Widen out in your love for one another.
Not with records of showy smiles.
But in silent secret shares, as a mother
becomes a road of infinite miles.
Last updated September 01, 2011