fists too quick
mouth too loud
anger always waitin
just behind my teeth
I was the kinda boy
fathers warn their daughters bout
but she never listened
she looked at me
like the noise
wasn’t the whole story
she saw the boy
who wrote poems
who played classical music
with bloodied knuckles
and a heart raised in dark rooms
she saw beyond
the storms in my hands
and lightnin on my tongue
and when they told her
to be careful
she just smiled
slipped her hand into mine
and told them
“relax
he’s harmless”
This is a sweet poem. Make one think of the past.
thank you fia
Nicely put. Sometimes we take chances and hope for the best.
Enjoyed the read!
appreciate it adelphina
Beautifully penned, 253. Excellent write my friend. There is always a person who can see through all the smoke and mirrors one might try to hide behind, I speak from experience of course. Amazing read. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you