• shwords 6w

    Walking Poetry

    I can't promise forever,
    but I could serenade you out of key.
    I'm still afraid of getting older.
    You know I'll never act my age.
    I make masks into underwear
    instead of putting them on my face.
    Now this weathers getting colder
    than the past that I can't change
    and I've been trying to get better
    at resisting the urge to leave.
    My hearts an unbridled horse,
    but it won't be hard to tame.
    I can't give you the world,
    but we could make some memories.
    I've got a subtle way with words
    and you're like walking poetry.