18 lines, 6 beats per
I'm not sure if he means
to be disrespectful,
but sometimes I just can't
stand it when he opens
his mouth and says something
stupid. I cannot judge,
I am aware of this.
He does make a lovely
sound, whenever he is
in the mood for singing.
Perhaps he will be the
one in heaven, praising
God with that beautiful
voice, and I will be left
on Earth, shaken by grief,
probably crying,
definitely watching
silent and listening.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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