"wheezin" poems
Little heaven
Little homeliness
Little money
Little loneliness
Little me
Little you
Little time
Little clue
Little life
Litte sleep
Little love
For me to keep
Little point
Little reason
Little love
But I'm still squeezin
I'm still trying
Don't know why
If its not me
It leaves or dies
Little time
Little place
falling behind
Pick up the pace
Who to have
Who to choose
Little me
Without the You
Little me
Without the you
Little time
Little clue
Little reason
Little place
Life is wheezin
After the race
Life is long
Life is short
Life is wrong
Life will hurt
Life will last
Forever for me
Cause life wont end
A lock with no key
Life won't end
Till I seize to see
Life won't end
Till I end me.
Life won't end
Until life leaves me
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
I look forward to seeing your smile everyday,
like the Sun chasing the fear from the night, away.
Making it safe to believe in what you need to,
encouraging all you see to succeed just like you do.
Its June sixth, and I'm sittin on a park bench,
thinkin about you as I stare at the apartments,
that surround me I'm astounded by the amount
of inspiration that I've found here.
Sitting in the breeze, the words come so easy.
as we burn the bees knees of trees I start wheezin
similar to the feeling of not breathing.
Like when you steal my breath with one stare,
nothing can compare to how I feel when you're around, lighter then a feather no heavier then a pound. Floating on sound through the air kinda scary, but as long as you're here there's nothing to be wary of. Thinkin, this MUST be love.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 1:00 PM UTC