Poetry
I never write like this
How this pen gives life
To raw creation,
Sweet sensation
I am allowed to exist.
What a gift.
To testify
My hands held high
I do believe
This was meant to be
Right now. Believe
That there is the greater.
See ya later
What’s meant to be is.
As are you, so will I.
See you. I see you
The late nights
And early mornings
Classy drinks, classy people
Can we groove?
Can eden be found in the lowlights,
The gentle movements of the crowd.
All the introverts have a home.
A gathering place to be desired.
To melt into the music.
I feel supported.
No industry games -
Well, maybe a little twister
In the off hours.
Never lost, never found.
