I want to be in love
But the picture is out of focus
I search for
The red roses
And blue violets
The pink blushes
And white dresses
Yet find nothing but
Blurry water ridden grey
Swirled for endless years
The picture is out of focus
Almost making ideas
But never quite contorting
Tricking my mind
With sweet longing
The blurry lines
Static on a pubescent screen
Swimming aimlessly
Falling from here
To over there
But never landing
The nervous idea
Always but fleeting
Never resting long enough
To take color
The picture is out of focus
Or so I thought
Maybe I just haven't
Opened my eyes
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories and Poems by Me
PoetryEnter at your own risk. My mind over the years is displayed in here. ((PS: even my worst ideas get put in this log because it's my back up for everything I write. I apologize for the horror if anyone is reading this))
