Melodies from the sea,
they come forward and blow.
Scripts of words float like birds,
sometimes stub my big toe.
Flip the page of my rage,
leads me to a new home.
Understand this rogue man,
his words won't leave you lone.
Rhythm speed feeds your need,
leaving happy and free.
Gives me court and support,
like the spine of a tree.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
Melodies from the sea,
they come forward and blow.
Scripts of words float like birds,
sometimes stub my big toe.
Flip the page of my rage,
leads me to a new home.
Understand this rogue man,
his words won't leave you lone.
Rhythm speed feeds your need,
leaving happy and free.
Gives me court and support,
like the spine of a tree.
March 2nd, 2019
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