"lyer" poems
I'm a lyer
I'm a cryer
I'm a sigher
I'm a lyer
One thing about nature is
You cannot lie.
Unlike history books in front of us
they're simple like the mind.
One might question the simplicity
that controls us everyday.
The mind means well this I know
in every possible way.
No matter who you are
or what you might have done.
I believe our mind
it is simple in it's one.
Spend some time outside
and soak it all in.
Let the wind possess you
and take it's words within.
Love is a thought
that possesses my mind.
I pray and hope every night
to find one of my kind.
Outside makes me happy
even in this winter weather.
I know I will find a man
comforting as my winter sweater.
So today I will praise this grey sky
because it is true as can be.
The birds are chirping loud as loud
and still I think about Steve.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC