Poems Futuristic, Romantic, and Painful🧨💔

HALOS HIDDEN IN WORDS WRITTEN

I worked on this poem too long,
First written to savor the flavor
Of a musical few with whom
I’m currently smitten, since I need
My lyrics heavy each time MY bevy
Of tears grows into a levy and cries
“Will THIS be the day that I die?”

My Jockey Team reached my streams, but
I’ve smothered my screams, since my heart’s
Wildest Pony dreams galloped away to be
Sang by a stallion or mustang ANOTHER DAY.
Most horses are only Hot for a Teacher, but
Some Shameless varietie are equally eager
For Heavenly Creatures.

With Friends in Low Places, some steal sacred spaces
But remain unable to see the hidden Halo marking
The Fallen Angel no one is remarking is “Me.”
Why? I use my magic willingly to hide, fight,
And abide in blessed and unmolested obscurity.
So you’ll probably never see me on TV!