Keep It Lose
Let us remain here
in this sleazy old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.
Let’s talk of Martin Garrix,
the music you love,
or about that little bit of the Indian Ocean in our view.
There’s that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling.
Lets talk about the shells and sand
or about those deserts
where skies are deceiving,
where rain rarely reaches the ground;
There are lost men
who keep on believing,
that there’s plenty of gold to be found.
Am all yours,
lets name all pies you like,
or how you chase the sunset,
for that perfect moment
as the sun goes down.
Lets pour our hearts out,
what are your fears,
a gator, a snake or a scratch on your supple face,
let us not be hasty,
don’t talk about love,
lets have fun
keep it lose
and see where it leads.
LEWISE POETRY
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