Where Are You
Where are you Bekah-la I miss you
so
My lament has not begun to change
Why my girl I cry still
I woke up again today, to hear the
news that makes
My being attempt to abandon its only
place
Take me to a different place. Leave
me alone right here?
Is she? Does she? Will she?
I?ve nothing better to do than wait.
Drive me to the patch of grass that
covers her
Is she? Do you think?
Bekah do you think?
You give me poems; you give me many
pages
I would rather have you
Would rather drink the sight of you
Than cover another mile of freshly
lined
Inviting paper with words of you
Or any word. Every word today contains
The same information.
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