Lovely little poems
Buzzing in my head.
They whisper and they giggle
As they hear their bodies read.
Buzzing in my head.
They whisper and they giggle
As they hear their bodies read.
I write them when I like
And even when I don't.
I've asked them, please, to free me,
But they tell me that they won't.
And even when I don't.
I've asked them, please, to free me,
But they tell me that they won't.
Lovely little poems
Dancing 'cross my mind.
They've grown to be a part of me
The piece I couldn't find.
Dancing 'cross my mind.
They've grown to be a part of me
The piece I couldn't find.
The piece I've carefully hidden
That I scarcely dare bring out;
For words are the fiercest weapons
When they're flung and thrown about.
That I scarcely dare bring out;
For words are the fiercest weapons
When they're flung and thrown about.
Lovely little poems
That I must learn to bend.
It's my duty to instruct them
To either bite or to befriend.
That I must learn to bend.
It's my duty to instruct them
To either bite or to befriend.
Shay Stockstad
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