The Lonely Marker
The lonely marker
Sits and waits to write something
Old and dried out, dead
The Door
The door is a path
A path to another world
You must find it soon
The Fan
The fan is dusty
The fan likes to keep me cool
I love that old fan
Stare Man
The man stares at me
The man is leaning closer
I get up to move
Sun
The sun watches, tired
The planets rotate once more
The sun always stays
Smiles
She smiles at me
Today I will grin at him
He will grin at me
 iiCrazyCrayon · Tue Jul 14, 2009 @ 05:08pm · 0 Comments |
