Roseanna for president.
Is it sad that I think she’s the only person worth voting for, call it bread and circuses, or whatever else you will, but the idea of outlawing bullshit sounds pretty cool to me.
Untitled, for that girl who came back to my life, and then left again.
I wish I could write you a letter,
That would pluck a melody,
On heart strings
Hatching butterfly’s cocoons
Sending fluttering wings beating
A cadence to our life.
I wish I could forge the words
To convey the depth of my regret
For all the time
Spent.
Without You.
Alone.
Wasted.
I wish I could turn back
The clock.
To that night,
I wish we we’re together
Life cannot allow for that.
The cause to this regretful
effect, my neglect to reflect
on my actions,
And how
They’ve affected you, or not,
I wouldn’t know. But I’d like to hear.
I wish I could write
A letter to you
That would start
The conversation
Of a lifetime.
I’m just afraid you wouldn’t respond.
