“Think Poetry”

I sit and stare into the open space
And sit and think…
I think poetry… just poetry and you
People walk pass me… and I stare
Until my eyes goes squint…
I have no feelings…
No emotions at all… just staring
I see a butterfly approach…
He almost came and sat on my nose
And I am still staring into open space
Thinking poetry… just poetry
And my love for you
Oh!! That feels awesome
Poetry of “love” and “passion”…
I am with you my love
I am in your embrace
I am in love with you
And I get that tightness in my chest
And I sit and I stare…
A tear runs down my face
I think poetry… just poetry of loneliness
And the butterfly came back…
And now sits on my nose…
And I sneeze… bless you!!
And I am full of tears
The butterfly disappear…
And believe it or not

I sneeze again

And I shed another tear!!

Damn hay - fever… go away

And I think I would if I could

If you could J sneak J out of there

Be one with you tonight J

But for now I have to think poetry

Poetry in the woods

Okay!!

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