They R N My Head...

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Nighttime Poetry

So many word in English
So many ways to form them
The hazard in the danger
There's no real way to warn them
There has to be a guiding light
A meaning to these scars
I wait for love to come from a far
To wait with open arms
But I get nothing
No not a thing
Not a smile or wink or glimps
The thing I love of about life the most
Are the rapid growths and skimps
The skimps off peoples daily act
To take a final sip
So sip away at your little cup of life
And make your dreams come true
'Cause a dream is just a reality living inside of you
Copyright 2009

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