Thursday, February 12, 2015

A motion picture

So I sat there and watched him
Ready to observe poetry in motion
A moment ever lasting 
Never Exhausting 
A motion picture, he became my movie 
I became ready to wear his skin
to help him wear himself thin 
and he'll inspire the words i'll say 
While I full-fill his every crave 
His soul will create waves
In the ocean, my wavering sea, just like the moon. 
Sometimes, I wonder if it's too soon
But we're killing time just as much as we kill the days 
Ready to rebuild ourselves
and watch the world move out of our way 


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