Moving Day
We're all sitting we're all laughing,
The moment is so sweet
Me in the middle, warmth at my sides
We pass family, friends, and people we always see
I say hello, they say it right back, as we pull away
From the memories, from the past, I say goodbye
I am a butterfly breaking away
To a new day, a new way of living
I move, without an ounce of regret.
Books
I am full of romance and intrigue,
Of violence and adventure.
I can be closed or opened.
I can be crisp, and I can be clean,
Dirty or soft.
Crazy hot, humid or cold
In a chair, on a bed, there's no end until the end
Unless I'm closed there is a story to be told
In the end I am happy or sad, or even bittersweet.
Writting
The beat, the rythem, the sound, so sweet.
how fast, how smooth, how slow,
these words on this page
inconciveable, uncantanable,
the flow , i'm so caught up,
i breathe words i eat words i live it
I am the words, the poem, the story
*Hope you like it. It's my first post and i'm nervous about the response*
