sitting ontop of my brainA Poem by Charlie DrakeToday is just another day and I’m waiting Until I can be or say exactly what I’m thinking I want to be the flower To your garden while the night falls and My petals might bloom so neatly Under the right halls lit by A darker kind they can live by Light as in truth, truth as in The surreal painting in which I inhabit Yet you make sense of jigsaw pieces While most cannot conclude what they might define I’ve got you on my mind, sitting on top of my brain Could I be your stars to wish upon each night Or the apple of your eye? Maybe I shouldn’t be so eager to think of you Or the places that we could be What a fool am I for being afraid Even flowers that aren’t plucked from their homes Have such a short life as they stand and look pretty; I am no flower, however, skin not as velvet petals That glisten softly while dew softly slides down its cheeks. April 5, 2010 © 2010 Charlie DrakeFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on May 29, 2010 Last Updated on May 29, 2010 AuthorCharlie DrakeAZAboutA little about me: Name's Charlie Drake. Writer of course. Poet, Short Stories, and aspiring fiction writer. I live in AZ and am working on a B.A. in Lit at the moment. I love all sorts of music, .. more..Writing
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