Paint me an image
of whatever you see
and sing me a symphony
so only I can hear.
Make me a feeling
that is just about me.
Make me a feeling
that is just about me.
Whisper your symphony
so it reaches my ears.
And just hold me.
You may.
Just hold me
away.
___________________________
Feels as though I got a thousand things to say, but when I open my mouth to tell it, or spread my fingers to type it, out comes nothing. Probably cause I'm tired. Please do with this poem while I rest my senses, folks. Night.
No comments:
Post a Comment
For Dust And Memories