On Occasion I Write Poetry

In case you’re interested, here it is.  I couldn’t figure out how to make the formatting more pleasing to my eye, but c’est la vie.

Not Quite So Blind

I looked up to the twilight,

And I discovered that my heart knew poetry.

My lips know kisses

And my eyes know love.

And amidst all this cement and cold I live in,

You can feel out the rhythm

The pulse of breathing, meaningful people so vibrantly alive,

And I don’t live in a routine

It’s just what someone wants me to think.

I can still breathe the most virtuous of air,

I look up in this twilight and there’s no roof over my head,

No white lights criticizing my skin,

I’ve got my list and a bag by my side,

But none of it’s mine if I give it away.

Even the trees can bend sideways,

I’m still perfectly free,

And my heart still skips a beat,

When I look up to the twilight.

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About Kendal

Just a girl.
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