Friday, April 11, 2014

ahead

the weight of the world 
keeps me in bed
your laughter//your love
lifts me up instead
chaos//fried nerves
your voice in my head
squeeze of a hand 
you keep me looking ahead

1 comment:

  1. April 6 through 11 have I read.
    Too many thoughts run through my head.
    All of them put there by what your pen said.
    In the month of your mother I sit here and rhyme,
    See you soon for the Pinwheel....
    It is almost time.

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