Poems from Logan London
Snowflakes are falling.
My desire is failing.
I should be outside playing.
Sending snowballs sailing.
Why am I here?
There will be...
Dribble, dribble, bounce.
To keep moving takes every ounce
The point margin isn't worth the count.
Dribble, pass, shot, rim.
Too little...
Grace.
The blond haired girl with an angelic face.
So hyperactive it is tough to keep pace.
She lives life as to win the race.
She may...
You've heard it.
You know it.
Some fear it, I love it.
The silence that is not so quiet.
A place that is without a sound.
Search high...
I could be great,
Yet it is all on you to determine my fate.
It is now or never,
You better decide before it is to late.
Will you let...