****simply You*****solution
Salty tears freefall the slopes of your cheeks colliding into the palms of my hand
I’ll be your lake only collecting water of your brand
when you lack imagination which leads to frustration
I’ll go pick a bouquet flowers and grass for you to use as motivation
when question marks halo the horizon of your hair
I’m no scientist but I’ll snatch imaginary answers from this fiddly air
when days are dim and storms follow your life
my skin is dark but I’ll be your sunlight
when your appetite and hunger needs to be filled
I could use microwave and George Forman grill
When I run out of rhymes to rhyme and my poetry bad
You become that ingredient to add
When I haven’t got a clue
My answer becomes you
Copyright © James Faulkner | Year Posted 2009
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