Puppy Love (Of A Dictator) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Nothing to do but falling
Everything is up to you
I am day by day strolling
Knowing not what to do
Close to you or faraway
Some days I am not even here
Nothing will steadfastly stay
Just circling alone to nowhere

Nothing to do but calling
I am one the phone all day
Into every mood sailing
But knowing not what to say
You are breaking my heart always
Without any reason I know
Up and down swinging ways
Sometimes I have to go

You cannot ever understand me
If you don’t know my heart
Puppy love (of a dictator) it might just be
But somewhere we all do start
Yesterday I was too broken
After I phoned to you
Some is better left unspoken
Please understand me too

Nothing to do but falling
Everything is up to you
In to my dreams I am sailing
Some never may come true
Listen now up very close
Do you love me or do you not
Anything else just goes
Into ordinary every day plot

Sometimes I bite you hart
Like a dog sometimes will
I might break your bones apart
Or your blood down all spill
But understand me though
Puppy love (of a dictator) it might just be
Everything downfall sometimes must go
That’s the only way to be free
And the only way I see…
It
Understand me - hardship I know
But I'm the optimist in to and fro

Nothing to do but falling
People in distress are calling
With half their bodies in the ground
And bullets of trial all there found
Something is not so right
But give it to your understanding
I’m just passing my wings of might
I’m just commanding…

I’m just commanding…
Death to death
Of lights life flickering flame