I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over all that beautiful.
I am a thermometer.
I have a boiling point.
I reach the highest degree.
I start to steam.
My temperature is too extreme,
I sizzle in response to your touch.
I light up like a fire,
Only you can take me higher.
Sometimes I can be too hot to hold,
Yet you still take the risk damn your so bold.
I crumble in defeat.
I can no longer resist.
The heat has taken over,
& now we’re cuddled up in my foyer.
Change is informal
And talk is still cheap
Actions are louder than the words that he speaks
His tone is Inaudible his touch makes her weak
He always knew how to swift her off her feet
She let’s the wine sink in as she makes the change to her robe
It’s 4 am but somehow she still sits alone
He changes again like he’s following the seasons
She can no longer keep up she’s all out of reasons
It’s time to go as sudden as it may seem this unannounced transition is the cure that she needs.
#Karene #Poetry #Lyricist #Change
-A little something I came up with about Change.
Aint No Sunshine
Made this for Terry.