My poems of you-
my poems-
Always feel unfinished
The poems come alive in between times my eyelids are open and they ***** their feelings into my eyes
Metre and foot and rhyme and symbol and comma and comma and period.
I count out the syllables and hear you
Wait, the sound again I hear it you
You led the jailbreak the day they hanged me but at least the noose whistled
*i love you