Poems from rvc731
Cigarette
Tempting, addicting
Abandoned, burned out
Won't give up though
Drug
Ladybug
Red, black
Close to death
Drawn to the cigarette...
If I was in charge of the universe,
The stars would align into the figure of a rose.
Aurora borealises could be seen from everywhere. ...
Where oh where did my pencil go?
Oh ho so where would it be, Joe?
Off the desk, maybe?
Perhaps it ran free?
Ah-OOof! What did I trip on...
It started with sound
A note, a chord with passion
Then instruments came
First sounds of music
Simple yet high class with soul
Then...
Oh, watch her brush
Delicately intricate
Stay loose, make smooth strokes