I confuse myself with being a poet |
Sometimes I confuse myself with being a poetBecause I think in rhymeThen I realize just in timeI have no seconds to write a limerickNo minutes to recite haikuNo hours to work on proseJust days without...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 11:45:00 GMT |
I look at other guys... |
I must admit, I look at other guys
And then I look away
All I can think is, he's got nothing on you
Not the face, not the body, not a touch
Not a smile, not a look, not the...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 11:27:00 GMT |
My Mind |
There is no map to my brain or heart
Even I get lost there sometimes
I just can't help it, so many pathways, twist and turns
There's never really a wrong way until you strike a nerve
My mind...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 11:11:00 GMT |
