She was born for him,
He often reminds her
A compulsive writer,
He bangs the keys
To assemble poems
For the needed rush
He builds those words
And stacks them up
Like bricks,
Or tears them apart
For the best assembly.
So she lets herself fall
into just one place
And he becomes the kid
That always runs back home
With her Lego heart.
she was born for him/ with her lego heart... woooowww! i love this one. thanks for sharing keep on writing ena. md
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent phrasing - this poem is truly refreshing