I WAITED ON MY PORCH
I COULD SEE YOUR SOUL AND YOUR FLAMED TORCH
I SEEN YOUR SOUL WITHOUT HEARING YOUR NAME
I IMAGINED IT WAS SWEETLY INSANE
A LOVERS SONG OFF JOLLYSTREET IN PAIN
AS THE UNIVERSE CHANGED FRAME
I REARRANGED THE HOSTILE LOATH
FROM FAKE FRIENDS AND ME DISSAPOINTINGLY UNCLOTHED
SO MUCH SPIRIT FIGHTING.....

CONTINUED ON ALLPOETRY WISPENNY