"symetrelle" poems
My ledger is in the red...
attention paid compounds interest,
rate of return for what you invest
in my vault, principal assets are secured
though a few heists and audits have been endured
since this place is not F.D.I.C. insured
transparent business practices are assured
though custom to ask from the start:
which services led you to my heart?
My ledger is in the red.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
If only always meant more
we could overcome our circumstance,
to coalesce ardor with caprice
the best of me intervolves the best of you
a ribbon in the sky only we can view
til death do us part and recycles anew
a world remade from hushed moments we construe
sweet dreams made from scratch, leavened by chance
as the music fades, still, we would dance
if only always meant more.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC