HO SHIT, THIS MY SONG.
Do you think she knows
How tightly I’m wrapped
Around her little finger
How she holds me in
The cold, red, palms
Of her tiny hands
Does she have any clue
How hard I’ve fallen for
Those milk chocolate eyes
That set my world on fire
And those luscious lips
That blow me away
Is she even aware
How much I’d do for her
How quickly I’d drop everything
And run straight into her arms
All she’d have to do is ask
Do you think she knows that?
if it makes you smile
then maybe I have done
what is needed,spoken words
that you feel in your heart.you can make them your
words to hold,if it makes
you smile,then
I am humbled and
pleased to make
eyes shine with something
they thought they lost-
the weather man
lied againright to my face,
his hands
drifting
across state lines,
playing god
like he always doesthe thunderstorm,
he promised
never came.
the math was all wrong,
like his toupee,
sitting there staring
blankly into the camera lens.i can see
the mobs now,
…
By Anna Ahkmatova
I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
to look at the sky and pray to God,
and to wander long before evening
to tire my superfluous worries.
When the burdocks rustle in the ravine
and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops
I compose happy verses
about life’s…
