A perfect one hundred percent, poetic thought,
by George-B
In some non mysterious yet natural way
I failed to understand the way you are,
speak,
laugh,
cry
look up toward the heavens above in search of
a sign
release
understanding
love
anything to
heal
lean on
A cotton cloud
and again understanding,
that is comprehensive,
that cleanses like
a non-acid summer rain as they used to be before…
You are so obvious, yet-yet I always failed to give you
what you needed, to give you…
so I just gave you back you riddle and
tried to behave meanwhile as if I understood you
completely, as if I knew the puzzling cross-word by heart
as if I ace every SAT question, one and all,
a perfect one hundred percent.
(©by George-B Always)
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