Another poem of mine made months ago... almost a year ago actually.
Wit, well how can it be?
From here to there..
Expressed in very clear Calligraphy.
Written to express
What gratitude that doesn't exist
flirty, tossed back and forth,
A Dime a dozen,
for all it is worth.
Wit... Is It for me?
The clumsiest
Of the Clumsy
-three?
To have fallen for imagery,
The ones that doesn't exist.
For the person,
Belongs only in memories
Two Hearts Shot to Fame
But Only One returns
In shame.
how do we play this game?
Is It Not clear to thy eyes
How the stories continually
-Rise! Away! Rising up and up!
Lifting our hopes, firing our brain cells
Putting words into motion
Creating poetry
Truly a lesson.
How pretty wit can be.
But really...
Wit... Is it me?
Is this something
that i can achieve?
