Again this dusk
I shalt abrook,
Mind million
Thoughts building,
None to listen; I'll
Hear the echoes
Across the ceilings.
I'll acknow the t.v
Screen, picture
Bright pupils dance,
Jotting word's of needing cuddling of poetic romance. Giveth me acquittance O' heavenly father, of these late-night ramblings I'd trade for a flower. To
Sit next to a fool as I, how tonight is
No different from the morrow,
affined to the dingy, as a
Prisoner confined.

©Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poets poetry

Fly without fear of falling,
That courage I envy.*

Beautiful in their feathers,
And content without covering up.

Can not cook nor farm,
But trust their creator that they wouldn't starve.

They fly high,
Up to where they belong..
Doing what they were meant to do.

Beautify the earth as creatures of the sky.

She might be pretty
But I can tell you why
the sun is shining so bright..
Why?..

When birdies fly
The fish's swim through
To reach the sky..


She might be tall
But I am small,
And I can fit right..
into your pocket

Take me anywhere,
Whisper sweet nothing in my ear..


She might be funny
But so am I..
You just can't see it
Through thoses eyes..

Your laughter rare as hayles comet,
On a summer night..


And she will never
know you Like I do..

And she'll never be able to love you,
Through in through..

..

She might have money
But Iv have time..

And I can count on two hands
All that's mine..

..

She might be perfect
But im a go getter,

Genuine, and all the better..
My laugh is real,
My smile is crisp
And my love is Strong.,



She will never know you  
Like I do..

She will never be able to love you
Through and through..

..

Ak.