Abstracted

She calls the moon distracting
stars imperfections in a velvet cloth
the nighttime unromantic
owls heard in the distance
are unsettling and artificial light
cannot compare to dawn.



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We've All Got Something

I wrote a poem to the beat of Let Her Go by Passenger

I’ve got something

But it’s not a lot.

I’ve got sunlight

But I want the rain.

I’ve got love

And I want some more.

I’ve got demons

But I let ‘em be.

I’ve got eyes

That don’t always see.

I’ve got legs

That won’t always run.

I’ve got a heart

And I hope it beats.

I’ve got a soul

Somewhere deep inside.

I’ve got time

To dream a dream.

I’ve got stars

To count at night.

I’ve got screams

That interfere.

I’ve got a feeling

Something isn’t right.

I’ve got nothing

We ain’t got nothing

If we cannot act.