Outlaw_ghost

Poetry has no secrets.

. Golden age my ass!!!

. Lost in the pages of her poems,

. How her eyes blinked Among the untouchable stars.

. My drunken eyes, Lost in her picture, Lost in her winter eyes.

. I know y’all miss me, I miss you all too.

Poetry just hits different in Autumn.

. All I wanted was for her to be My happy ending.

. Love me a little bit more On a cold November rain.

. We poets write To serenade our lovers.

. No hate in my heart, Only love.

. Where did love go?

Still I refuse to believe love is dead.

She doesn’t care that her hair is fashionably loose. Casual as summer romance. & I, being in love, want to believe That she is writing amorous verse, Of her heart & simple beauty. I can’t read her page, But I know she scripts The plaintive melody that would Make me love her.

This is for the woman whose heart I’ve invaded This is for the dream that I dare To dance in For the blushing moon For the winking stars This is for the nights That pass too quickly For the poems they inspire For the romance The poetry For the memories This is so that you know

. Humming a song & thinking of her, Always her.

. Run away from the chains, & take me along.

I did something today that I don't think I've ever done before in my life. I kicked my shoes off & when out To the garden, looked up at the sky And thanked God for everything That I have. I mean everything! Talked to him like if He was right there With me. It felt so good. It felt so real. Burden’s not as heavy now.

. I’m inside her Heart.

Would you awaken from your dreams, if I whispered your name?

. I can feel her distant eyes on me, & a half smile crawls over my lips.