Music Makes

Everybody makes mistakes. Some, don't ever learn from them.

This is a place for poems
May 23

found friends in the locust

I lost a part of myself here, but have gained so much. I splash my feet in the water, under the moonlight, tapping your name in morse code. I can see you smiling. I can taste your laughter in the ripples of the lake.

I feel pretty, oh so pretty.

You are.

I toss and turn all night. I toss and turn to see the sun rise.

Morning girl.

Morning boy.