Your memories are like
Cold coffee in the morning.
Fresh and beautiful
Like that preety little starling.
Tell me if you're high.
Tell me if you're low.
Tell me if you feel alone.
Remember the time we met
On that afternoon in September.
Couldn't get enough of you,
By the time of December.
Tell me 'bout the dark.
Tell me 'bout the glow.
Tell me how the rivers flow.
It was a pleasant evening
In the forest.
It was when we last met,
I hate the fact if I'm being honest.
Tell if I'm right.
Tell if I'm wrong.
Tell me if you like this song.
Now's a dark night
And to escape there is no way.
But Im sure
We'll meet another day.
Tell me how to start.
Tell me how to end.
Tell me if I'm still your friend.
YOU ARE READING
Golden Magnolia
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote about my Golden Magnolia. I own all of the poems and the cover.
