Have Heart

Okay, so I know this isn't the story about falling in love in Atlanta like I promised, but that'll have to wait because I told my brother I'd write some song lyrics by tomorrow so we can make a song.  ...Now I've never attempted to write a song before, but I write a good bit of poetry, so I can't imagine it would be too different (just add chorus and music?)  In any case, here's my first attempt [Atlanta story to be continued later]:

Have Heart

You weren't perfect -
not what I wanted,
not what I needed.

You weren't made for me,
no, no

but I didn't have experience
and your jaded heart had bite.

You told me
who you wanted
so I could mold me
so you could hold me
and tell me
I have somebody's love.

Listen, I know it's not love,
I have hands,
I have eyes,
I have lips,
I have heart -
baby, I have heart,
and I know it's not love.

it wasn't serious -
falling asleep
and waking,
it simply was -
you were,
and I was,
we were

not here

my senses were worn,
tortured, guilty,
and your rough hands taunted,
and your smooth voice soothed,

like liquor, you soothed.

Listen, I know it's not love,
I have hands,
I have eyes,
I have lips,
I have heart -
baby, I have heart,
and I know it's not love.

[Clearly songwriting is not my forte, so don't judge] >_<