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. Taeho Paik . POEMS .

I don't want to talk about it


In those days;
Sad stories didn't have twists.
They were just places for tears
Maybe caused by the night's fears
And the stars in the sky were still
Mysteries after all these years.

The trenchant ode of melancholy
Was the opiate of sweetness
Whose wonders made you guess
The nature of what you needed
But your impulses were in a mess.

Although you still had the groove
You couldn't make it swing anymore.
The endorphin edges were too sore.
As the songs blasted off the head
Your best buddy showed you the door.

I don't wanna talk about it
How you broke my heart
If I stay here just a little bit longer
If I stay here won't you listen
To my heart... my heart

And so you drew the curtain down.
The final act began alone
To see how you played on your own.
Then you sat still after the sting
In that unmoving image of the dawn.

As the sights grew dim
There was nothing more you could do.
You went to find where he was lying,
You bent and told him you loved him 
And a warm welcome greeted you home.

Chiusi 11 10 2011

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