Virgin white paper can I tell you my secrets?
Can the blackness that has coloured my heart
Spoil your purity to form stroke lines?
Can
these
words paint pictures like painters do on canvases?
Can these
tears
flow freely like overflowing river banks?
Who do I pay to the order of? , trying to cash these emotional cheques.
Square boxes missing check marks
Yes? , No?
Can I tell you a few secrets?
Can a NOUN and Pronoun verb ADVERB?
To which government do I pay syntax?
Will you judge me if I put U before I?
Pure white paper, I do not understand this language called love.
I'll leave you blank,
* even when she aimed at me with bullets instead.
- Jason R. Johnson
No bio? Even so, the spelling gives away the country: coloured, cheques. I might make a small suggestion. How about changing bullets to ballets? Just for a hoot? even when she aimed at me with bullets instead. Read mine – Brush Strokes – Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I detect a knack for the bizarre.. have you tried writing limericks? take an old joke and try to tell it in limerick form. LOTS OF FUN wES (Old Dad) 7