Sometimes I Say Yes, Sometimes I Say No
Tell me you believe me when I say follow your dreams
Don’t go out the window when you could open a door Listen to the whispers or they turn themselves to screams Step outside and feel me beneath the moonlight gleams You’ll say that we still have so much yet to explore Tell me you believe me when I say follow your dreams The story of our journey’s written down our heartbreak seams We try to pull away, box it up and lock the drawer Listen to the whispers or they turn themselves to screams The wise ones always tell us love alone is what redeems Our angels bring us back each time to even out the score Tell me you believe me when I say follow your dreams Not every part of passion’s quite the glory that it seems To gather broken pieces after crashing is a chore Listen to the whispers or they turn themselves to screams Chart with me the river, merging of our two souls’ streams Why hide our desire or deny that we want more Tell me you believe me when I say follow your dreams Listen to the whispers or they turn themselves to screams |
CAROLE GREENFIELD
grew up in Colombia and lives and teaches in New England. Her work has appeared in Red Dancefloor, The Sow’s Ear, Beltway Poetry Quarterly and Glacial Hills Review, among others. |