My head falls back-
through a cloud...
Acidic revelations
dance upon crystals...
They say a person with no past
has no future. But when it came...
I Pray to GOD to send you an angel,
An angel who will guide you...
They sit on the bench,
Where the piano awaits...
My crazy little munster
who looks up at me...
Broccoli and cheese,
Steak and peas...
--This is my second free verse ever written so...
Don't pity me with your tears...
Closely holding you
Under the covers at night...
I drink you not to get drunk, but to forget;
downing the peppery, red liquid...
If tomorrow comes Poetry
like she did today...
**this had a kind of rythym like a beat i guess...
Tremble...