There’s this girl I like,
Her lips as red as a
Cherry- ripe.
Her eyes as bright
as the sky,
The tips
of her hair,
Just out of reach
Of this guy.
And though I would like
To smile like a kid on a bike,
I wait for the future while,
School’s-out snow stormily
Slips up the road
Like ice in the night.
Do I wait?
No.
Tempted to flirt with fate?
Let’s go,
See what nothing feels like.
Let the ghosts’ show
Hallow and ween my mind’s delight
From this dream-state rite.
It feels so right.
Time will tell no stories.
Morning glories
Go back to sleep
Despite
The waking rays of light
That suggest she might…
Ain’t no claim to stake,
Faintly feels like a mistake.
But I’ve never outgrown
The mystery of the unknown.
Thief’s heart
has been stolen.
Like a top shelf liquor bottle-
A man chugs in sips,
Drunken and feeling somethin’
Just thinking about those lips.
I sit up and wait,
Mirrored image
Of my prior state…
Those lips, those lips…
Cherry blossom-like…
The perfect cup
With just the right amount of sips.