Nineteen years wasnt enough
Even though you were a hundred and thirty three...
I verbed a noun,
Added commas, here and there...
Everything seems so long ago, now -
yesterday...
I can't sleep again.
It's already four a.m...
I've grown lazy
within my pen...
I wrote this for a young lady I work with. She has...
I'm not so sure...
What's the purpose of a poem?
What's the purpose of a rhyme...
Let me tell you something thats for the birds
a useless silent letter attached to my words...
She and I,
hold a thousand...
Your ignorance
and pretentious thoughts...
I often scribble your
name on paper...
It smiles at me as if to say,
I know the things you do by day...