Looking out, you standing with a garden of roses,
You commute to my mistakes
A visionary, I resign
Red cramping on your lips
Honest honey eyes soak me up,
You're welcome to my dreams,
Haunting everything in me,
I volunteer to indulge on your river of mistakes,
Raven goes your back, my hands printed all over the place
I've caught you up,
You've been following me like a pup
"If you're lost, come and find me", you say
Even if I own a spade and two stones
A compass and a boat,
I'll always repeat that I'm lost
-L
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Poetry in disguise
PoetrySomewhere wrapped between your words, My thoughts beholden emerge, Somewhere false in the darkness I became the muse to your show -Laura Martinez
