My lips are like young rose buds,
sealed shut tight to
keep words from slipping out and secrets
being carried away by the wind
My eyes are like the universe
wide with unforgettable memories
like cameras latching onto
every movement that swishes by
Sometimes they’re like monsters, dark and
full of sorrow, and I
hold onto my fear, and the sights
leak into memory
which will haunt me for life
My thoughts are as wild
as thundering waves
washing smoothly around my
untouched brain
like the ocean depths lurking
with thoughts that wash up
gently on the sea shore
where ideas meet and memories
are formed