and a little unnecessary wind; the kind that
does no cooling, just blowing- nonsensical wind much?
i wrote this poem. it means something to me,
but it means the world to you. nobody's perfect,
but we can all read between the lines---
This poem is for my friend, Chanelle
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-The Butterfly Effect-
You left your soul in my pocket
I can hear your heart beating ‘gainst my locket
And i can see your voice in my music
you are what makes my heart go weak
losing myself in
the multiplication
doused
in the situation
of the butterfly
effect
all the ghosts
and stories we
resurrect
leaving good men
blind
the heart is yours
to find
sixteen weeks of romantic exile
your head’s so stationed at the aisle
toasts to forever- commitment wherever
look for other wonder, never
taken in and held down slowly
making promise look so easy
lost in the multiplication
of the situation
-the butterfly effect-
Ghosts i resurrect
Good heart go blind
your Heart is yours
to
find
©RaeezJacobs. Poetry. 2013.
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