My next poem will most definitely be
filled to the brim, possibly dripping
with ideas I saw on your sketchpad
and the beautiful hand that questions all of it.
In the next poem, that I write,
I will see to it that I make it long
and lengthy,
so long you'll get bored and stop reading
so the story will be kept to me.
My next chapter of life will be half full of lies
and half empty of promises.
underneath the poem I'll write in pencil
the dreams I used to have
and erase the lines I don't believe in anymore.
I'll pen the dreams I want the most.
in my next stanza page I'll speak
of Roses, and how I actually hate them,
unless you are the one who gives them to me.
I'll mention your eyes more than once
and how you make me want to kiss you all over.
The next piece of poetry will mention how
you are in my dreams.
My dreams by day, my dreams by night
and my dreams of love and life to come.