Gord

2024-11-15 07:05 am

Thinking of exposure, orange,
Are you coming over? Oh... 
From emotion to hypnosis,
Light comes from the phone.

Talking frozen yogurts, awards,
Terrifying rollercoasters, poets.
Light comes from the phone,
Orange how the redness shows,
Awe, gathering rosebuds below.

When I wrote about you it showed, 
Both you and I know it,
What else do I love?

Suppose you had died,
What else would I have?
Hope you might fly home?
Well, I paid for it anyway... 
Light comes from the phone,
Blindness from my brain,
Tiredness of fate.

Like edamame on a plate,
Somehow, I hoped for more,
Even if it was more the same