Poetry
A word, a rhyme
Like it's dirt on my hands
Like I'm covered in grime
Like I'm choking on sand
Like I'm tied to a tree
Like a bush that's on fire
Like it's growing in me
And the flames getting higher
And the song that I sing
Like it's sweet, then it's sour
Like a bell when it rings
Like a storm in a shower
Like a fish, on a hook
Like a gong with a chime
Like a best selling book
It just boggles my mind
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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