The Poemion King Poem by Vevna Forrow

You write for her

You fight the time blur

You blanket ink

You pen into the system

of a broken bird

She listens to your every word

She has heard

She is your forever dream book bird

Cliff clip the page

Say what thou has fallen for at this

feathery age

Type it on

Push love chance on

Before she flys off

Before she crashes into a window

Not soft

Her chirps are floating by

She has been wondering why

You wait to write more than

love eyes