Your hair like black vines twisted inception and your toes curled to perfection, your eyes gazing for correction. As you sit down and read my poem tell me your thoughts don't be scared to show them. Your reading my poem but your lips are not moving, as soft as a pillow your mind reads it so smoothly. It reminds me of the first day we realized the true me. It was at a table under a light the moons sea. Drifting upon the thoughts of your poetry, no dream. It came from your inner most feelings between you and them other guys who where only looking for good feelings but they mistook you for sexual healing, heart repairing, eyes be glaring still caught on to these feelings you wearing. Girl who are you tricking it show'l ain't me, steady reminding of the color purple sister ceily. But let your beauty flow like the flowers in the wind because one day the night is gonna come and your fairy tale will have a happy end.
YOU ARE READING
"When Life Gives You Apples"
PoetryIt's a poem book full of situations that a boy could be put in, some exciting, some dissapointing...but when life gives you apples, what do you do?
