Hey girl
(you boy too)
before the thumbs gnarl
use for sweeter things to do.
There's a sky awaiting you
a cloud paused from sail
a poem in your heart overdue
fetus of one tale.
Hey girl
(you boy too)
leave the shell to find the pearl
before times flew.
There's a grass still growing green
in wind love's whisper
a birdsong to catch from din
before years stray too far.
Hey girl
(you boy too)
the hidden is for you to unfurl
color them in your hue.
Piece together each dormant word
on scrap of leaf in ink
pour out within's flutter unheard
before runs out time in a wink.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Hey girl
(you boy too)
before the thumbs gnarl
use for sweeter things to do.
There's a sky awaiting you
a cloud paused from sail
a poem in your heart overdue
fetus of one tale.
Hey girl
(you boy too)
leave the shell to find the pearl
before times flew.
There's a grass still growing green
in wind love's whisper
a birdsong to catch from din
before years stray too far.
Hey girl
(you boy too)
the hidden is for you to unfurl
color them in your hue.
Piece together each dormant word
on scrap of leaf in ink
pour out within's flutter unheard
before runs out time in a wink.
the entire stretch of the journey, the girl was thumbing her cellphone chatting on a snw site. it begot me this write behind her back.
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