The first time I saw him
I had a mouth full of gravel
Grinding my teeth
Trying to get the right words out.
The first time I saw him
He was built like the word
Sunrise
And moved like the word
Moonlight.
The first time I saw him
He was nose deep in a book
And up to his ears in
The world.
And the last time I saw him
Was in the future
With someone who was
Not me.
Someone who was a
New planet
New alphabet
New color.
YOU ARE READING
For A Dreary Day
PoetryPoems that might make you think, might confuse. Poems that only I, the creator, can use. Poems for good days, poems for bad. Poems that you might think are rad (even though some might be sad) Some crazy things are written so beware. Quite strange, q...
