from Hakunamatata,
from voice stealing villains and the sea.
I am from bright green turtle sandboxes,
shoved into unsuspecting sisters mouthes,
and wide-eyed innocent expressions.
I am from the cold souls of airplanes,
from the sound of hellos and goodbyes.
I am from tears over a thousand mile gaps,
and from sighs breathed across the vastness of the Pacific.
I am from late night chugs of Dr. Pepper,
from heart bled songs in the darkness.
I am from flashlight held life-or-death endings
to the dark circles etched onto next morning cheeks.
Inside the door of the house in my heart
spilling with whispers of smoke filled dreams
Lies a box with a scrawl,
Lies a poem that shows you a small part of
me.
Written By: MeeSoh Bossard
Somehow I knew yours would be good ;]
ReplyDeleteI especially like the ending..
Amazing! So well-written! Of course, it's Meesoh, so...haha.
ReplyDeleteHakunamatata!!!!!!!!!
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