Poems from Sincerely Me
Part I:
Once upon a time not so very long ago
Romantics aspired for high class views
While maintaining minds that were opposed to prose...
- Stanza 1: Son
Hello?
Who are you?
You are me.
But I'm not.
I mean I'm what their I's want me to be.
I am who they are.
And they are who I...
I'm grasping. Clenching.
My fists in sorrow.
As I keep loosing this sand through my fingers.
It cuts into my hand,
As I squeeze it even...
How is it?
That after so long of waiting.
Asking.
I would recieve this gift,
And forget.
How can it be?
That after feeling complete peace...
I received a gift I will never forget and I don’t even remember getting it.
I was there when it was given but I didn’t even know to...