When I feel lost and all beyond controls
When my heart wanders and finds not my own heath
I think so much on my far away friends
I wonder what their destinies are beneath
The fray of chat the back and forth of text
Seeking after opinions moods positions
Philosophical stances askance
Finding posts and jokes and happy fission
If I said I would rewrite all your soul
Decorate it with my best prose art
Take your ideas return them to you
Would you say id deciphered your heart
On text we melded minds even though being two
The editor is endless generosity
In my words meet the editor in me.
Comments (2)
Ha. No.
Do you have a degree ? This is well written.