frantic doom night

for the last day of the week
rolling up the sauce and
adding far too much meat to
nineteen minutes of the wait on a tomato
true that i would trade everything
in my world just to make you happy today
can you tell when i want your kiss
don’t even know how to let you feel
on the roof of my heart is the
open door for you to fly on in darkly
make like santa and give me something to unwrap
nobody does make me shake like you do
invitations to dance made me think of you too
got to be true to what you believe
haven’t been this glad with anyone else ever
this is the start of the best year to be
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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