Somehow her eyes speak.
Her seductive silence is quite unique
Echoing unspoken words you seek.
crappy doodles and sloppy notes
I’m not as old as yet.
Apparently when I get much older
My dreams would have become bolder-
That I am sure of!
Over the years, I’ve dealt with dreams
Outnumbering what is real it seems.
On another life stage of screams,
Lost in age and memory streams
Delayed daydreaming beams.
In this beauty I see, I look up high
Mesmerized by the colors of the sky
I call out your name hoping you’d reply.
Sundown here, midnight on your side.
Sadness inching in and I’m about to cry.
Yet you choose to talk and say, “Hi.”
Over the phone, we talk another hour
Under the beauty of the sky.
A long time ago
Getting read and liked
Excited this writer.
Spams and hacks
Altered her interests
Giving her pains
Over malicious comments.