what face do you want to see?
what picture shall I paint?
for you to listen hear smell
touch and feel the core of my soul
should I put my hair up, while picking up the academy award
or lay it flat as I go out for a stroll
I want to be a movie star
To my own film
No one can take it or steal it
It is mine to keep
The motion keeps on calling me
It's time for a change
It's fine to start a new chapter
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
