Swallow down the words Even if they’re nothing but kind
Opening up isn’t hard, it’s not even a concept you can grasp
Be alone and bleed out without an audience
Immortalized as an ever present outline working in a field
Someone whose hand was gentle and whose head was strong
Forever be tangled in your convictions; always let spiders out of your house and share your supper with the crows
And then you’ll be a cowboy like me
About the Creator
AJ
Because locking myself in a dimly lit house on the seaside and feverishly pouring my soul out on a typewriter is not available to me right now
Comments (1)
This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!