Bare and ****
His soul to thy world;
A seeker of a muse
He seeketh an amour of a girl.

Open and free
With flower's in mine hair;
I'm dying, I bleedeth
With this lonesome despair.

Asunder mine heart
Broken like rain pellets;
I Feeleth as the witch in wizard of oz
mine essence is melted.

Mine brawn is pelted
And mine vest seemeth to tight;
It's OK, with the help of truest friends
All shalt be better and alright.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry