you’re a story teller
telling stories to me
I don’t know what to believe
fact fictions make believe
you’re making me believe
I’m in visioning
the colorful imagery
in your suggestive poetry
suggesting that we come together
collide and collaborate
your words my words enmeshed
can you imagine turning over stones
in a lot filled with dry bones
discovering uncovering what hides
behind the writing on the wall
let it all fall down on me I’m allright
it’s only a injury another wound to bleed
on the pieces of paper on my floor
I’m old school every once in a while I hit keys
It’s much easier to backspace & delete
I like my poetry in between the sheets
where a nice and slow flow puts me to sleep
then you appear in a lucid dream
up all night listening to you recite to me
I wanna open my eyes up but I don't want to peek
look at u, you got me smiling in my sleep
baby, you could hush a crying baby by singing
a lullaby a cradlesong you’re so pretty babe
I love your ditty babe how bout it babe
your rhyme on top of my rhyme
my rhyme on top of your rhyme
I like the sound of that babe
me love you long time