May 9 by The Running Son
Dont want to impress you
with words no more
Its cool. A cool place to be in
wish you could see it.
Theres much to say without using
big ways of playing with sentences
to break the flowing way
words sound in the ears
Words are music are poem songs if treated
gently with simple touches and simple words,
a few well placed breaks
But all the flowers we give to sweeten and draw you in to
fancy rhyme scheming.
So much in the little simple things
like words. A word to a friend.
No need to impress or pressure you to see him
see you clearly when you
impress upon yourself there is no need
to really be seen
Damn. Who cares? I do sometimes.
Sometimes I want to impress
The impression is made. I see you. You
are secretly, ok.
by Jim Aldrich