Thoughts-Art-Things
Closing that lid
Promises true
Remorseful, sad
No comfort from you
Wishes became goals
Love became sour
Bury my troll
You were devoured
Imposters don’t care
But simply cover
Souls despair
Know it’s over
Too late for right
Wrongs took hold
Days into night
Damaging souls
By Lisa Tomey all rights reserved
Salaciously stirring
Delectable searching
Starving and yearning
For first nights journey
Longing for salvation
Seeking great elation
Growling alpha nation
For nights long station
Yearning palatably
Canine selectivity
Salivating intentively
Forever intensively
Lisa Tomey 9/23/18 All rights reserved
By Lisa Tomey – All Rights Reserved
As sure as the days
Crisp and rainy
Nature outlays
Colors of so many
Burnished greens to golds
To violets and browns
Some dull and some bold
They cover the grounds
There’s nary a season
That causes such sighs
As when with their reason
Their shapes fly through skies
By Lisa Tomey, All Rights Reserved
Unicorns have been a mystery
Then, I heard your voice
Your accent
Your words
Your assurance
Our connection
Likes and differences
Once I thought I knew
Now I understand unicorns
It took finding mine
To know for sure
I can read books.*
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Author: The Timbre of Sand, Still Dandelions, A Ranch Bordering the Salty River. Alum: Palomar College, Columbia University, Bennington College. Follow on twitter @SmpageSteve on Instagram @smpagemoria on Facebook @steven.page.1481
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