Dion Skinner

Rookie (8-13-92 / Newark, NJ)

Blue Dreams - Poem by Dion Skinner

Can turn red as fire, solid to smoke
My heart Bitter, she is a cure for the hurt
Breathe in her essence, power to the throat
Wish I can serve her, but I only conserve

She represents green, not tainted money
It cost to be around, painful delight
Can make your world bright, happy and funny
To much time with her, feelings get hungry

Ornge, Purple, or White, wears them all right
Spend time with her, habits form bewear
report back, she's like a snack day or night
Vaporize her soul, add matches to hair

This letter for you, where ever you are
As long i'm in Cali, your never fare

Poet's Notes about The Poem

If music is my wife, she's my girl friend.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012

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