exist from unparalleled moments of
smiling
Ive been calling it living bordering
past my dark shell
living alone with the same mind
shared in one fantasy
dare I smittenly call this a love
will I make it
an inch forward in your flesh,
can I see the sunrise within your minds eye
willful adventures begin with the soft lament of can I get you a coffee,
sunrise of the soul screams yes.
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
