Usually i'd have enough to say.
Yet tonight my mind a blank.
The stars alined in my head.
I remembered the color red.
Not a simply structured soul.
Can complain about the young and old.
No one sensed the strange moment.
The one I had for a simple sleet moment.
I can see the break of dawn.
In the summer on his lawn.
I can see the stars at night glistening on ever so bright.
I can imagine the shadow in bed.
I remembered it came from her head.
Once the shadow had taken over.
Never less it never got older.
For it would watch her fall asleep.
Under her it was secondary.
It only came when was needed.
Only when her mind was beaten.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
