My Poetry ain’t the Same
Poetic
Listenin to the Floetic
Sounds
Of your time zone…
But inside..
It’s just a slow drone
A buzz of bland emotions
That Have no spirit anymore
No Icons no galore
No sadness
Yet no glee
No spirit to set free…
It’s like I’m tamed to my
Selfish provisions
I think it’s because I
Had a vision
Of us merging into one
I think that
The burn out of my words
Is all said and done
Because without you here
Around me
Talking to me
Flowing with me
It seems that my words don’t make a dent
I want sumone to feel them
But
My words just ain’t the same
Because you are not here
Giving me that aura that I need
To press on…..
Poetic
Listenin to the Floetic
Sounds
Of your time zone…
But inside..
It’s just a slow drone
A buzz of bland emotions
That Have no spirit anymore
No Icons no galore
No sadness
Yet no glee
No spirit to set free…
It’s like I’m tamed to my
Selfish provisions
I think it’s because I
Had a vision
Of us merging into one
I think that
The burn out of my words
Is all said and done
Because without you here
Around me
Talking to me
Flowing with me
It seems that my words don’t make a dent
I want sumone to feel them
But
My words just ain’t the same
Because you are not here
Giving me that aura that I need
To press on…..