Ripple Effect. Like Dominoes...Pizza.
Silly me. I was so naïve. And all I want is simplicity.
All the wrong words seem to rhyme.
Hoping that my gut is always right.
My devotions and constant notions.
Toss and turn me at night, like emotions.
Love of all genres.
Lyrics are targets.
Life is my embossing.
Steady changing, rising waters.
Tingling down my spine with thought.
Ripple effect is all I can see.
Watching them crash down on me,
Like dominoes.
Egos. Spontaneity.
So maybe I’m on the edge a bit.
Or maybe just young and confused.
Disorientation seems to be your latest fashion.
Silly me.
I was so naïve.
I deserve more than all of this,
I deserve less than what I have achieved
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