me. you.

me. you.

by Jeremy LeWayne

Me.

There is fire in my belly, and poison in my veins.

I've seen future decay as past drifts away.

Some say the wise men hold all the keys.

Full of knowledge, no room for love, but not me.

Punch drunk and ignorant, oh what a bliss.

Yet a handful of sand, a swing, and a miss.

Dirt and sky, such a magnitude to bear.

Like cheap linen, the fabric - me, tears.

But just to know you exist on this plane of reality,

Holds me together, gives me some guarantee.

Difficult it may be, though I'll struggle to breathe.

I'll be fine. 

Because my tiny, simple mind holds one precious memory;

You.

Author's Note

July 2016. Michigan. While traversing through FireKeepers Casino, I stumbled across a living embodiment of beauty. It's amazing to me how another soul can captivate. Her name, Bette. This is for her.

Reviews

[Gabija]

I can say only one word: amazing...

[Jeremy L Johnson]

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.