I Want People to Share Their Poetry
Solidarity in a world of diaspora
Alone, away, unconcerned with trifles
For what need bother us that we can't burn in passion
What can I gripe about that isn't negated by your wonder and my luck
So in sync the words in your eyes need not be spoken
The time we spend writing together the best of our lives
So wonderful that all the beauty of life, earth, and space is perceivable through one human being
Yet not a perfect one
So imperfect in ways that you might just be the closest thing to perfect I'll ever hold
Alone, away, unconcerned with trifles
For what need bother us that we can't burn in passion
What can I gripe about that isn't negated by your wonder and my luck
So in sync the words in your eyes need not be spoken
The time we spend writing together the best of our lives
So wonderful that all the beauty of life, earth, and space is perceivable through one human being
Yet not a perfect one
So imperfect in ways that you might just be the closest thing to perfect I'll ever hold