pablo08

heres a little taste of my poetry. or what i call poetry
its called "MISPLACED DREAMS TURNED TO GREEN"

thread the needle
tune the piano
set the display for my new science project
raise the sun
eclipse the moon
hold the elevator door just for one moment
warm my day
soak the ground
cry a million tears for just one woman
scream a slow song
take off her coat
become a gentleman and pull out her chair
tattoo these words on your tongue
turn the page to see the past of our sewn day
blend evening with morning and we got our way.
poetry has no meaning in the midst of my writing
somber melodies drown my lungs all because i love you