While watching people I realized
That folks are a lot like squirrels
They don't pay much attention at all
To what's going on in their world

They scurry about to and fro
Doing what it is they do
Digging holes and burying nuts
A lot like me and you

They run aimlessly upon their way
Never looking both ways to cross the street
I guess that's why we see so many
Dead squirrels at our feet

Run to here and scurry to there
He lives within his own little world
Yep, watching people I realize
Folks are a lot like squirrels

I write raw,

    I  write rough,

    but I keep writing about you.

    Because they look beautiful,

    when I read
    them thinking of you…
    See me from those eyes
    again,

    I saw all my world
    in, once;

    Hear me from
    those ears again,

    I
    whispered all my love in,
    once.

    And it’s not just
    me

    Even these words
    turn so beautiful,

    when I
    describe you,

    The
    thoughts always turn
    picturesque,

    when I
    imagine you.

    Stains left,
    each time I write you,
    isn’t of the ink I write,
    It’s your memories
    which I want to, but
    could never write…