I might not be your sight when your might runs slightly light
I can never be a can big enough to hold your tears and cane your troubles
I can be your holder or shoulder to hold you on when it wants to throw you over
Only if you let me.
I won’t blink or think because in the thought of you, I’ll just sink and we will not link
I’m not thin enough to fit in your skin and I don’t have a scheme because I’m not a schemer
I wish for my saliva to be thick that it will stick on you when I lick, you can’t be sick
Wait, you don’t enjoy the bliss of a kiss so may be I’ll just hiss when you ride
I don’t have a fleet instead I use my feet to feed where fit
Weakness through weeks, fright to flights
At times I give my brain a strain wishing for rain to wash away my stain
A flow to clean my flaws for me to glow but I guess you are all I need to grow.
I’m not different but apparently I’m a parent too
I would love for your feelings to be the only findings filling my being, that’s my healing appealing to be released
In your heart, I’m a prisoner pleasing the owner honourably,
Be favourable to reduce the parables, scrambles is all they seems like
If not, don’t look at me with contemn or condemn that I denied content I just never had enough of your content.
In the meantime, don’t be mean with time for time will tell you what I mean
I’m not a dove but I know love
From our daily poetry factory.( ODP)