Poems from Matthew Kellam
Goodnight, sky. Goodnight, stars.Goodnight Jupiter, Venus,Saturn and Mars.
Goodnight Earth,but not goodbye.Let your sweet symphonybe my...
roses are red,that's kinda true.
but can't they be purpleor white, or orange too?
don't tell a violetit has to be blue.
it can be anything...
it's early, i can't get your taste out of my mouth
you haunt me, like a beautiful spector in my hell
save me from me
please
Everyone gets sad, right?Then why am I sad more than anyone I’ve met?I guess it doesn’t matter.They don’t seem to think it does, so why...
They say poets make the best lovers
Or, that’s what I think.
We know all the romantic bullshit that’ll get you to smile,
Then we go home...