I wrote a poem about you
It was kind
That is how i would like to remember you
Kind
Full of love
It was sweet and calm
green and blue
Gentle like the sea can be
And soft as the sky
I wrote a poem about you
It was one AM
The trees were quiet quiet
Only one oak
Swayed back and forth
Creaking at the roots
In a spectacular way
I wrote a poem about you
It was two AM
My eyes were gently seeping
I will admit
And i never once dried my cheeks
I wrote a poem about you
I rested my pen
Walked to my closet
And locked it away easily
With all the others
And put it up on
As far away from me
As possible
I wrote a poem about you
And this
Is a poem to you
Love
Love
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
Closets Full
A good way for a poem to live - on a shelf with the door closed and locked. Dangerous. sky soft - nice image. - :D