A Shout Of Friendship! Poem by Poetheart Morgan

I know that you dont like read this
or because you dont want or you cant
but is here, for you
written in a white and in black sheet

i always thought that was friendship

and in this motion my ship was go on ahead

and i saw love and caress browsing in my sea
that is all i could see
because was true
at least for me

suddenly and sharply
the wind turn against my will
and i could see how fool i was

sailing before the wind


believing in a plural true
when you are so singular
without the comprehensiveness of the 'S'

i have no bounds when is about feeling
and i am true
that is the place i call the freedom

but you hurt me where has not a way back
and want put me to sail under false colors

No
I am plural
and i remains as a silly Captain
but still in the control of my ship