"wayn" poems
The more I look for myself,
the more I realize that
I’m nowhere to be found.
I left bits and pieces of myself inside
of what now lays in a casket
– maybe im looking for the wrong person
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
You know when the sun shines through the garden window
And you are set there near me and the bright light vibrates the
atoms of your tights – I feel delight.
When in bed and my bodies useless but for sleeping,
and no good even for talking
And you wrapped those arms around me
and I feel your heart beating
And this extra treat – sure feels like a delight.
And when the Universe is out to play
And still as rock we lay,
between the graves
Just to see the view – me next to you
And one day
the world will pass this way.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC