Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Quiet

It occurs to me there isn't long now before I go back to work on a boat, and I'll revert to blogging about that. I'm still writing songs rather than poems. Have one.

Quiet

I don’t speak much
I prefer to let others take up space
I hide in my corner
People rarely see my face

Does it bother you
That I don’t tell anyone how I feel
I’m sure you realise
It doesn’t make me any less real

It’s a quiet kind of feeling good
A little sort of love
A pretty gentle happiness
You’re in my heart
You’re in my heart

Tell me the truth now
It doesn’t seem likely you know either
What this is, or how
We can carry on any further

Does it bother you
That this time next year I could be gone
I’m sure you realise
But for me, for now, you are the one

It’s a quiet kind of feeling good
A little sort of love
A pretty gentle happiness
You’re in my heart
You’re in my heart

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