Monday, September 21, 2015

Stick 'n drums

How odd it is to me,
That you so suddenly,
With or without intention,
Can leave a mark,
On this life inside me,
On the beating of my heart,
It beats as the sticks,
Falling to your drums,
Summing me up to,
A range of possibilities,
I hope I am the one,
You take to make your,
Here and now,
You know how,
I desire to be,
Your here and now.

I want all that life is for with you, you, you.
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