Sweet child
One day I’ll make you mine
If you don’t mind
We better make it in time
Childhood acquaintance
do memories fit in a proper sentence
What is it with you
That turns such dull nights
in my mind, into high rides
A stone in my chest
A feeling, hard to digest
sinking down the spine
My toes cold
Old thoughts that are better now be told
Behold of whatever you think you know
And see like a child that is just now blown
By the unknown and what it may can do
just like you, another child comes through
Makes its way into the heart of you
That is what I’d call art, you know it too
what makes you feel anew
When you are making way
For something to come to
Surface level, night diving time
Oh man, how does anything even rhyme?
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© 2018 D. Funofsky
