I am such a silly fool;
Stalk I do your kiss.
Warnings never hinder me.
These thoughts wrap me in bliss.
I know it's wrong to feel this way.
I lack of you, but can not say.
In your bed I'm dead.
In a home full of open doors, open windows, car keys, and motivation,
Nothing can move a poet burning with inspiration:
Rolling on sleep deprivation,
Needing a word-ly separation...
I can never write a thing
For lack of simply writing.
The same for hate and loving..
So, both, maybe I should start.
When I was littler I walked around blind
To the color of my skin...
It wasn't until I got SUNBURNED
That I realized...
It plops into the water,
As the steam snaking from the bath
Creates for me a vivid mirage of emotions.
Lay us both upon a bed.
Not a word need to be said.
Sounds just seem to vaporize:
Time to metamorphisize.