Poem 11/12/18

Oh, and I’m just waiting ‘til the shine wears off

The mulberry bush is doing it for me

And leaves drop off of the branches of a tea tree

The left-hand man sets me free

My favorite British band is best friends with Keane

I’m a million different people from one day to the next

She sees through the screen when her best friend texts

My Dad said I’m going East so I’m going West

The thing where the sun rises and really sets is what would be next

And I saw the red horizon when one was driving by

I really want to soar but I really still can’t fly

I’ll die in the clouds above

And you that I defend I do not love

The banana is good but the orange is enough

Love can be fun and hate can be tough

I leave on Pandora to find my new stuff

He saw a pigeon but I see a dove

Blue-eyed boy meets a brown eyed girl

All that is a palate is an artist’s world

When I was younger my red hair was curled

As I sat on my mom’s lap while the softball was hurled

You can sew it up but you still see the tear

The summer after it happened, I went to a fair

And I saw one of them walking with a gate of care

I was looking at a girl that had never seen a mirror