Numbers are simple
Numbers are logical
Count one by one until the day is done
No twist or turns
Surprises or burns
Just numbers
Simple, logical, numbers
1,2,3
They grows as I count
Whether it is numbering sheep or night's sleep
Numbers are all that I keep
The one true thing
The key to having a wonderful life
Beautiful, innocent numbers
Numbers are hated
Numbers are blunt
They are size that must be perfect for the guys
No flabs or abs
No stretch marks or bones showing
Just numbers
Hated, Blunt, Numbers
4,5,6,
They grow as I count
Yet they number fights or acts of kindness
Numbers are all that I keep
The one true thing
One of the keys to a wonderful life
Beautiful, innocent, numbers
Numbers are real
Numbers are factual
They are everywhere and nowhere
No mistakes or precision
No failures or unloyalty
Just numbers
Real, factual, numbers
7,8,9
They grow as I count
Yet they number bullies or friends
Numbers are all that I keep
The one true thing
A lesser key to a wonderful life
Beautiful innocent numbers
Numbers are silly
Numbers are exact
Adding pressure to the moments most precious
No relaxation or escape
No humans, but robots
Just numbers
Silly, exact, numbers
10
I don't like the way things have been
I'm not counting the eggs by the hen
Time to break the system
No more bending
Just mending
I was a shadow until the sun rose above
Now I spread my wings like a dove
Will you take my hand?
The numbers don't matter anymore
Together, we can fly.
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Silent Music
PuisiThis is a collection of poems. Some of them are very litteral and some are figurative. I hope by the end, you can hear the silent music I sing through the pages. All of these poems come straight from my mind to the page and very few are edited. Some...
