RMC

Forget birds of a feather,
we run like ravenous wolves.
In our minds let’s together
speak things eyes have pulled.

I like your auburn hair
or whatever color you choose
to highlight at your delight
strands that hypnotize this fool.

I know I could never ever
hold a candle to your beauty.
But if you want the truth
gladly I died to you just see.

I want my cadence in tune
to tulips birth in spring moons;
so I’ll watch your eyelashes
direct my heart from gloom.

I want not repair I live in facts
that I’ll never be who I want to.
My true blue is not new always
I will think beautiful things of you.

But I see the devil creep let’s slow
the revolution of this sphere.
I want sweet things spoken so
let’s just keep friendship near.

I could never do without
the smiles stolen we’ve shared.
We both know to me what you
do to me most I don’t care.

Leave me to my demise so I realize
my sin that creeps in no place
as I re-imagine our joy always
when we with each other grace.