You're too worried.
Just let things be.
Life is so hurried.
Just wait and you'll see.

My eyes are quite focused.
Although things have tunneled.
My daydreams on lotus.
And songs sounding funneled.

So stop worrying sweetheart.
Let life be.
Stay singing in color.
Stay dreaming of me.

the angel of
the strangest love
wraps her feathery wings around me

the danger of
the strangled dove
delicate wings surround me

Shatters from the glass falling off the wall.
An orphan grabs her sister and runs down the hall.
Scared but staying strong,
as the little one cried.
She remembers what was taught,
before their parents died.
Their world violently breaking,
the ground loudly quaking.
But all she hears is her mother's voice.
"Find a table,
it must be stable."
"Quickly get under,
for your life's sake,
here you'll be safe,
when the earth starts to shake."

I like the games we play.
And when we fight,
I love the conversation delays.
Not only for the make up ***
towards the end,
But so I can tell you I love you
again.
And all that im trying to do
is keep this thing fresh.
By charming you,
and seducing you.
Im glad I found you,
or maybe you'll tell it
like you found me.
But whatever.
I love this life.

Sometime's tis best
To read the poetry;
Rather than write it.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry