Love Your Smile
I dread the day
that you lay your voice you down, when that person says silence and you duct
tape your mouth. You say you’re doing just fine but your voice is in trajectory
of an oncoming train;
I dread the day, when you say I'm not good enough, when that persons talks down
to you and you sow the seed, of what they didn't really commend and you fall short of the foot hole;
I dread the day you lose that shimmer in your eye, when that sparkle fades like that star you see in the sky implode, and is only glanced at through a spotty memory; I dread the day, you say this world has defeated me, when that spring in your step is succumbed like the flattening of a tire;
I dread the day you lose that shimmer in your eye, when that sparkle fades like that star you see in the sky implode, and is only glanced at through a spotty memory; I dread the day, you say this world has defeated me, when that spring in your step is succumbed like the flattening of a tire;
I dread the day, the inflection in your voice fades like words off the surface
of a bone-cold valley, when that emotion that benign quality drains, and
your face, your eyes illustrate your past, present and future;
I dread the day, that I wake up and acknowledge
that the pillow I clung to for hope and peace is there lying on the floor squandered
by time;
I dread the day when that smile that lush, beautiful
facial depiction dims like the fire on the but of the cigarette, smothered
under the dark, stank sole of leather; that one moments neglect, that million dollar display shines and glimmers for its last standing ovation;
I dread the day when time passes.
I dread the day when time passes.
I like what you did with this, Victor.
ReplyDeleteIt's fun to watch you experiment with all kinds of voices and techniques. Glad you're taking advantage of the openness of the class to play around with your style.