a Little Song

I wish I spoke the way I wrote,
then I’d have told you things I said
to you inside my head.
I wish I spoke the way I wrote,
I wouldn’t leave the things I said
for dead inside my head.

I wish my heart could beat the words
tattooed inside my gut, unheard
by any living thing.
I wish my heart could beat the words;
my head would learn to be absurd
and I would learn to sing.

Then I would cure the paralysed,
dance with the girl with amber eyes
all sparkling with hope.
All sparkling in paradise,
we’d dance away the spoken lies
and toe away the rope.

From:

Peter Dunne

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