Gone
say it again
Dawn
played with two hands
Under grounded floats away
clarity is never today
Winsome
loses for fun
Status beats
make songs pop
And for another smile
I'd walk wherever you are
Shitty love poem,
you sincerity is in question
Dear joiner
stretch
wander
twirl
think with your hands
We could be we
as free as the sea
and our clichés would become
idioms
for their beauty
and glee.