"ferm" poems
it was a great party
and as always
i ended up on the dace floor
the woman took me up into her arms
as i was quit drunk
it was quit ferm holding me tall
but we danced the night out
till the morn
then after all those hours
i looked at her
and she me
we had to agree
there would be no wedding or flowers
for i felt like death warmed up
and she had to agree
so people of this earth
sing this song with me.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
My childhood was a sunflower
it has moved following the sun,
the light, the brightness, it has moved.
Then it came the night, I died
everytime the moon owns the sky.
Then again I was reborn, alive,
with seeds, with petals, with leaves
with sedds, with hope, with hapiness.
Wish I had grab my roots better at the ferm ground
now that my last sight it's only dust.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC