Sunday, February 14, 2010

a poem to you

a poem to you/who
i do not know,
on a day that should not/does 
affect me like it does,
the hearts, the rainbows, the pink 
i'm all about that, babe. 

i tried to do things/did
do things that i'd like to do/often 
like mop the floors, open the mail, 
i did it all for me,
'twas no one rooting me on
except a voice called pride.

at the end of the day 
a call came in from a friend. 
there was hope when i clicked 'play,'
he was wondering 
if i could help him
rewrite his resume.  

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