Perhaps,
...but a few lines of poorly written verse
Won't speak to your heart.
Am thinking of a bad joke not to crack,
...
I almost speak up,
But your beauty shuts me up.
I guess I need your help
To overcome this coward I have become.
...
Why should you come like a thief at night?
Wrapped in a mist,
So dark a cloud!
Seek you not to suck my blood?
...
I descend into an abyss of melancholy,
Tormented by a myriad of thoughts.
I watch my soul vanish,
My existence turns into nothingness.
...
Bernard Gabriel Okurut, is a Ugandan Afrocentric poet and author.)
For Without You, I Don't Know Who I Am.
Perhaps,
...but a few lines of poorly written verse
Won't speak to your heart.
Am thinking of a bad joke not to crack,
Lest I upset you and break my heart.
Heavy sighs
And silence paint pictures of you
At the back of my mind...
Save me from myself,
For without you, I don't know who I am.
A brush to a painter, a pen to a poet. We are creators of beautiful things.
A few words or no words at all, not everyone deserves to hear from you.
i like your poetry bro