“a rock song for the disenchanted”

You can tell me that you love me
but I'll just hear shouts.
You can tell me that you miss me
and I'll run right out.

I stand outside in a crush
of rain.
The wind is blowing me
like her tunnel to his train.

Girl, you had me
like a Sunday has pain.
Prayers unanswered
and the teacher is tamed.

I'm undecided.
I'm under the snow.
I'm like a rainbow
on Bob Ross's black gesso.

You could say I've fallen
out of love.
You should see I'm free-er
than the dove.

You can tell me that you love me
but I'll just hear shouts.
You can tell me that you miss me
and I'll laugh out loud.

I stand outside in a crush
of rain.
The wind is blowing me.
The night is to blame.

narrative poem written on 06-20-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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