SHOW THIS SHIT OFF

Saturday, October 9, 2010

best poem: Baby Thoughts

Innocent as I was, 
I used to tell people 
That I wanted to be a butterfly 
If I ever grew up. 
I think this aspiration still stands. 
But those embryonic thoughts 
Have left me pregnant, 
With ideas that I can grow 
Much more than wings and colour. 
I can spread further 
Than all the wishes I've revealed. 

Since the day I started to live 
I've been standing. 
Just not on my own yet. 
I know both my legs, 
Just not how to run. 

Truth shot through my heart and head: 
Straight through it. 
Fluid 
Made it hard. 
Weak about the knees 
I've easily outspoken 
All the lines I've since tried to open.

No comments:

Post a Comment