Monday, November 1, 2010

Untitled Poem.

Disclaimer: my cause mild sickness, memory loss, stupidity, and impenitence.

untitled poem

the first time I saw her eyes,
Her beady little eyes,
They were surrounded with life and luster
Then they grew from beady to full
Wonderful and mind boggling
As you stare at me
I get lost staring back
Then I see the flames,
Flames that burn the walls down
The mental walls of your beady little eyes
Your very beady. Full beautiful eyes.
This poem isn't much of a poem, cause I don't know how to write a poem let alone anything that makes senses or is good for that matter.