Three Minute Poems, Number One
In the open light
Everything is dark.
In the open light
Is where you make your mark.
In the open light
Is where your hand hits hard.
In the open light
Is where I'm scarred.
In the open light
Is where your words sting.
Because in the open light,
I can't miss a thing.
Everything is dark.
In the open light
Is where you make your mark.
In the open light
Is where your hand hits hard.
In the open light
Is where I'm scarred.
In the open light
Is where your words sting.
Because in the open light,
I can't miss a thing.