These sleeves today have held many;
So many of my tears.
All day its been,
Yet now i'm in fear.
The hours go by in clumps of ten.
How do i explain it in words.
I am ash in a dusty breeze.
All of these emotions are such a tease.
I want to see the morning birds.
Sing with me as i go on crying.
Blue sweater you've helped me.
Realize other things.
These tears were early shed,
Because these tears are seeds.
Once they grow they will bring,
Wonderful things in my head.
I will learn that these seeds.
Will tell me everything.
Blue sweater,
thank you.
I'll wash away my hurt.
So you can smell better then all this dirt.
Listen to me these words they bleed.
Into a canvas of my tears.
Where all my needs,
And all my fears,
Seep into my sleeve.
This cry is what i need.
I am bluer then my sleeves.
YOU ARE READING
|°Simply Structure°|
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'...
