(1987- / Groton, Connecticutt)

Her Name, What A Song

You reside there, in the lyrics of my favorite songs.
Always on the tip of my tongue, living and breathing.
Bearing a smile through the grievement of shallow times.
Your always in my head. A best friend of sorts.
We laugh, often dance in our sporadic moments of randomness.
Your always there when I need you most.
Through you, my outlet away from the world.
You make it alright to be different.
You aren't afraid to tell me the truth, even if it's the things I don't want to hear.
Your always on the tip of my tongue, living and breathing.
Your always there to grant me a smile, when the world seems too much
Even if you don't have to

by Kewayne Wadley

Comments (1)

Your poem has a haunting rhythm. worthy of the True Friend of your poem. I liked this very much Tom Billsborough