Another Jigsaw poem
My words were...
Salt or Pepper
Black or White...
I stare at the blank piece of paper and think...
Nothing springs to mind. Nothing seems good enough...
Lay on the cloud and cuddle with your teddy bear.
As i run my fingers threw your soft pretty hair...
In a moment
I am swept away in this small area. In the spring...
I hate feeling this way,
Not the part about being gay...
I chant thy praises, O Fire,
The Sun is thy supreme lyre...
It doesn't matter that i'm drunk
when writing this...
Oh, Isis mother goddess of everything and all...
I am but an unworthy servant, beseeching you to...
I'll show off my insecurities on my waist line,
and watch your needles dance around my arm...
Music is produced by our souls, by our internal...
Who is thee who walks in my mind,
uncovers the lies and secrets i try to hide...