"prowsing" poems
It's days like these I wish I could write
The words, the way they'd make you feel
Drop to your knees, you'd know it's real.
But here I am prowsing the pages
Just to find a simple rhyme in time
all I can say is that you smell fine.
I
Lose myself in
Lose myself in
Lose myself
In the common admiration of,
I really like it when you call me love
So Don't worry that your dog bites
If you ever even thought I might
Never want to see you again
I'll see you tonight.
Steady your ears
Steady your ears
Steady your
Hand as I glide mine in your Palm
All the things I'd ever done wrong
But would you believe me if I said
You make me happy all the time
No matter the words I funderstand that rhyme
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC