You are
My tune
My melody
I hum
Your song
When I’m
Alone you
Are my
Harmony and
Dissonance my
Octave and scale
My symphony
Category: Poetry
Us (to Bean)
We’re caught
In the
Middle somewhere
Between night
And day
Not the
Ocean or
Mountains not
The plains
Or the
Valleys we’re
Not negative
Or positive
And we’re
Definitely not
Zero what
We are
Is us
Colored (for Mary)
Life is
Not black
And white
It’s colorful
We see
Colors dream
In colors
Wear colors
Ooo and ahh
At colors
And so
Are we
We’re all
Colored even
Stained it’s
Called kaleidoscope
Once you
Peek inside
Nothing is
Ever black
Or white
PerfectPicture
Wanting perfection
Is a
Feeble pursuit
Once you
Realize nothing
Is perfect
Then you
Can see
The beauty
Of flaws
And how
All of
Us blemished
People do
Indeed combine
To create
That one
Perfect picture
Simba
When a
Boy misses
His dog
He goes
To see
Him but
When the
Dog is
Gone forever
The same
Boy goes
To tears
