ryan

for you are him, who sleeps
with newspaper prints on the walls,
about Kennedy in 1963, with ghosts
beside you, they are all gone
you have to let go now
of who you are, if you want to be
what you are meant to be,
you are meant to be like me,
who talks to ghosts like you

Reviews

[V]

Intelligently written piece. Reads a tad different from many other writes by you which makes it interesting. You created a nice scenery. I like how you used the word ghosts. Nice one.

[highonwords]

it's for a good friend of mine, his name is ryan - he didn't get the poem because he was tipsy from drinking - i had to explain it to him :)

steph

[V]

Haha ok. ;) Thanks for the little enlightenment on your piece.

[highonwords]

you're welcome, my friend

steph