with a smile so bright darkness is destroyed
i sit here and think of nothing but joy
my day began in a horrible manner
but now it seems none of that matters
you are my reason to continue on
you make me feel like nothing is wrong
all i seem to do is think of nothing but you
you’re like a new fad it’s driving me mad
take away your smile; your enchanting eyes
your humor and your intellect
somehow i still see something is there
this something it intrigues me
you may never know how i ponder of you
as long as these words are herd all will dream of you
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 