If I could meet you over again
i would tell you to sing.
Express your soul
let your emotions take hold and sore.
Frowns are what makes the sunset
as we leap into tomorrow.
Tom-or-row that one you taught me to spell
in sixth grade,
the same year i lost you,
to a sun raise of amusement
drugs, slipped into your minds eye
and blinded you.
But this time is going to be different
because of me.
i was too young before,
lost in a plethora of games
a virtuosity of different words for
young,
as i sat and watched unknowingly while your sun set.
Though right now i can see right through to you,
what is in your heart.
So lets hold hands
and watch the sun raise
Tomorrow.
2 comments:
i like this one. the imagery of the sun and its movements really reflects the storyline. molto bene. just two errors: the one you want is spelled soar. sore is like a wound. and toward the bottom, i think you want rise, not raise. although, now that i think about it, it's fine both ways. the way you have it actually has two meanings: raise as in to ascend and rays as in sun's rays. cool :)
Hey loved the poetry reading put the ones u read on the blog they were great ur a fantastic writer
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