Some poems talk about
How she's always on your mind
Others say how
She's a waste of time
Mixed around words
Moving of the lines
When it comes to it
It's all the same rhyme
From the heart to the mind
Mind to the hand
Write down the words
Then sing them like birds
I see those birds
They fly high
Put my finger up
Write your name in the sky
As the clouds
Cover up your name
I shoot for the stars
Reaching for fame
I know if I fail
I'll fall back to the cloud
Nice soft landing
Like snow, freshly plowed
I look down from the top
And the cloud is gone
Even those birds
Have flown on
I should have listened
To those poems
Instead I'm a lonely king
Sittin' on his throne.
Jared Bradford
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-king/
