Be careful, Wildman
I’ll be forced to speak
A hello from my lips
You’ll be forced to hear
A smite upon your charm
Reminding these merged minds
That you strolled away
Your big words failed a love
Your wielded strength a boon
For broken hearts and homes
Original Thought Credit: “…they should’ve behaved better.” -Anne Lamott
I,
Like you,
I like you
Crazy brother
Closet open
Boots and books astrewn
Making up
Many words
Like I do
I like
You
I cannot escape
From a solitary word
Not made gold by you
smith styling the spark
How close will he hold its hand?
Witness a wonder
