Poems from Taysar1
A song on repeat. The tune
playing over and over and over
again.
When will it stop?
The mood has to change
shift from
sad to happy...
It was a dream
well, it seemed like one.
Hard to believe it was all true,
me in the big apple.
It was a dream
one with snow and ice
one...
a scratch here
a scrap there
just minor injuries
I didn't think anything of it.
Not until the spots started to change.
From blue,
to...
some say it's a curse,
others say it will heal the world,
but to me,
it is just a word
one with endless possibilities that I have
yet to...
