I live in an amazing world. What about you?
Let me live
'cause I'm gonna
nibble the crust outta
Saturday evening;
the kind that swings at an
empty park, 'cause someone's gotta
pocket sunset each time.
Let me live
'cause I'm gonna
call shotgun on a trip ova
Thursday morning;
the kind that arranges
the flowers and streets ina
buncha beauty, 'cause someone's gotta
be doing that, right?
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
