Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Yes another of my poems

My fingers feeling
tapping along my skull
looking for some bumps
to read and tell this tale
one bump for my memory
which disappears like hell
another for the time
i danced along the sill
this one over here
its growing as i write
the one above the first one
its holds a fun filled night
i have some many bumps you see
each tells a different story
like that time i jumped the highest building
and fell upon my tail
i have one bump though
that hasn't grown just right
it still has time to go
and maybe it will feel its might


Aimey said...

this is really pretty