Blue-sweatered boy
Legs crossed
Hands unfolded
For a second,
Snapping his fingers
Like a real poet
At the end of my
Masterpiece?
No.
But he thinks so,
And that's sweet...
A blue-sweatered boy,
Who thinks me
Profound?
Yes.
But I think him more.
I like his words,
Rolling off each other
Like a river
Of thoughts and idea
Just pure...
It's him,
Raw and naked,
Black and white,
Creating himself in ink.
Blue-sweatered boy,
If you find this,
If you're reading
This, my very heart,
I think you have
Something special,
Yes, indeed.
Thank you
For the little bit
You've shown me
So far...
Two, maybe three poems,
But I hope
For much more.
I like seeing
Into your heart
After handing you mine.
Whether we're friends,
Or mere nothings
Drifting across
Each other's paths,
We're intertwined
By our poems,
Connected
Forever,
My kind
Blue-sweatered
Poetry boy.
YOU ARE READING
Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
