April Poem by Louis Borgo

lost in the 'a but phrase',
and afraid to ament it.
sand by the beach that trying swim deeper,
and toes dig in to deep, made for a sweeper,
post for a minute, and praise the lord.

snip snip,
roll of the eyes,
ice, full of ice tea it just a kiss good bye for now,
but dismiss....

sonnet of love that crush only by the deep s of words,
of darling good hugs,
clubs of stars that are out tonight,
and we dont wont to rush tonight,
a full moon to sign that of blind love fest.
and learning all to well.

youre hand to my chest,
hearbeat of bending beds more to less,
of a picture or what of words could be.
like a tower of tears,
the girl of my dream,
just spoke to me.


ever since a childhood memory,
moment to a sinner,
please forgive me for not speaking sooner,
what could keep sand from a beach,
what sweet eyes i come to see,
she has approval me.
as friend on facebook,

just taking baby steps
wow,
what kind of gurl! ! !

I call it,
baby filter fish.