Superman

I've got a lot to say

No where to say it

No way to say it



I've got my heart to give

no one to share with

no body cares anymore



I'm pushing and shoving

past the point of "return"

and im waiting, starving

waiting for a new start

past the dignity of others

all around me



I've got a hand to hold

no body cares

it doesnt matter anyway



I'm falling and im waiting

i'll turn my self in

In about 15 more minutes

after pure bliss is done

i'll call you on the telephone

you'll let go one hand at a time



You're my superman, and i'm flying high with you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

its 3am weee

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Paul Geihm's picture

You have an interesting way with words; its a real talent of yours, and I have to say that I enjoy this poem... a lot.