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Apr 2016
I can't take a picture of the moon i'm phoneless

what am i supposed to do with this (moment)


the halo around her body
the first time i ever felt rays

the window can't block her message

she's here staring right at me
but i can't have her


i want to give you her presence


i admitted defeat once
do i have to do it twice (again)?

(what am i supposed to do with this moment)

i cried to the artist with her work on display
i didn't know i had that kind of empathy in me,
i'm surprising myself more and more everday
Written by
Keenon Brice  Baltimore
(Baltimore)   
220
   DaSH the Hopeful
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