Misunderstanding
15 December 2015
Gone amiss
The words from my Heart
Coughing ink
Colour pink
Where your white laced bloody red
Morphed pain into bliss
I know you
Miss understanding
Crooked thoughts
Have it nots
Clueless soldiers in a queue
From whole to nothing
I feel you
Misunderstanding
Purpose vain
Like the stain
Of feelings in jugular
Immaculate knot
I hear you
Miss under standing
Ovation
Your talent
Blooms like cherry blossom’s times
When your heart listens
Don’t let me be misunderstood – Nina Simone