April

Written by: Louis Borgo

lost in the  'a  but phrase', 
and afraid to ament it. 
sand by the beach that trying swim deeper, 
and toes dig in to deep, made for a sweeper, 
post for a minute, and praise the lord.
 
snip snip, 
roll of the eyes, 
ice, full of ice tea it just a kiss good bye for now, 
but dismiss....

sonnet of love that crush only by the deep s of words, 
of darling good hugs, 
clubs of stars that are out tonight, 
and we dont wont to rush tonight, 
 a full moon to sign that of blind love fest.
and learning all to well.

youre hand to my chest, 
hearbeat of bending beds more to less, 
of a picture or what of words could be. 
like a tower of tears, 
the girl of my dream, 
just spoke to me.


ever since a childhood memory, 
moment to a sinner, 
please forgive me for not speaking sooner, 
what could keep sand from a beach, 
what sweet eyes i come to see, 
she has approval me. 
as friend on facebook, 

just taking baby steps
wow, 
what kind of gurl! ! ! 

I call it, 
baby filter fish.