The three little kittens,
threw out their mittens...

Does a poet really need pain?
if so then you were my muse...

I can move mountains with love,
do you have a love...

Why did you spit lies?
are you allergic to truths...

Why are we destroying words that took us years to...
Why are we making ourselves look uneducated...

Violet skies
make way for dreamers...

Frozen in time,
a gentle song floats through the air...

I hear him creeping around downstairs,
this is the perfect time to pounce...

You
saw your cue...

.......sounds
......making...

Gold smiles,
and kisses for miles...

I'm a free flying owl,
are you a wise one...