Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

she is afraid, it is tired.


Wherever you are..
It is..there..
and now you're afraid..
It is..tired...
His heart..
That you made.. with..
Hands passing of time..is..
The history both made..
and erased..
With your smile....
Nights love.....moon shines..
inside of the sun....
Face to face..
her shadow..
Lost..now and..forever..
He's left..without..love..
and one sun that smiled
God's love lass..and yes..
now he's tired...

Submitted: Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Edited: Monday, April 09, 2012

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