His heart became like a dessicated root And he walked around the world with a stiff spine, Because he was afraid that the first thing to touch it would simply crunch Its vestige into dust,
There’s a tornado, in my throat, and I, can’t seem, to get the words, out of, the pit, in my stomach. I’m choking, on letters, that make words, never heard.
Three tiny and lovely gray doves crossed a sidewalk Blue eyes blazing and petite Searching for food The three little musketeers continued cooing and walking Two dogs and their humans enjoyed their search Glad they noticed A squirrel eating nuts seemed to cheer them on And they did
I miss you I miss me The simple ways When all it took Was a laugh When all we needed Was to get out of class When I was happy on a cloudy day Not sad on a sunny one I miss that I miss my blue hat.