Canary yellow sunshine

glides through my air

my shutters are thrust open

to breaths of pure elation.

#Challenge #FourLinesNewPoem

A happy ending is when people get their way

But not everyone has a say

Some will try

Some will cry

And some will flaunt

These people do not often get what they want

But the people who do, those lucky few

Do not often wind up feeling blue

When everything falls into place,

Your life seems to be going at just the right pace

When ever we talk I feel like we’re playing a game of

t e l e p h o n e

You say three words, I hear twenty

I say OK, you hear no, not really

Reading into every word you say

Would you say it

if you really felt it?

Is this all rehearsed?

Are you speaking from your mind or your heart?
Am I just dreaming?

What are you doing now?

I text you

but you don’t text back.

Do you just not want to deal with me right now?

Or are you trying to think of the perfect thing to say?

I think this is all way too complicated

Can we just talk

without playing

t e l e p h o n e ?

Lost of the skies

And dragonsnap seas

When I saw her skirt

Shizzle Trizzle cause she sashayed

And the skirt was long

It was a cool medium blue

With a pattern I intended to study

I am the chipped wall paint

I feel like that now

Because inside I'm dead

All I did was study her skirt

Then look back at the corner on the wall

Where the cieling met it

And stared at that, too

And it wasn't as fascinating

But I can't keep staring at the skirt

It's our first date.