Look Out
Falling hard for the teach,
Boy becomes saran wrap.
Both with such desperate eyes
But they don't match or rhyme.
Trying hard not to preach,
I let go of the cling.
I find my own eyes.
Wonder who's will match mine?
Boy becomes saran wrap.
Both with such desperate eyes
But they don't match or rhyme.
Trying hard not to preach,
I let go of the cling.
I find my own eyes.
Wonder who's will match mine?
posted by Jason Sechrest at 8:51 PM
2 Comments:
I prefer reading about your personal life this way. It keeps a sense of mystery but gives a clue. I Love Riddles!
I see a lot about letting go of judgeements and dependencies.
That was beautiful...
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