Some times I can think of many things to say, some days I have nothing to say at all. Today, I have this to say.....
These Little Things
If we had a little time
One day
He may sit and read
and breath heavy sigh
A Dreamers Dream in pages
I'd take mine in gazes
His Skin or his eyes
And the way his hands work
While the world rushes to mass
A flash ideal without depth
Or reason
At every cursed pass
Let them have their seasons glory first
He turned this head
And inspired this verse
Written for someone I met recently...
That is all.
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