Loose

A Poem by Broken.

I like it that way
just hanging there
on an angle
with no sway
lifeless for now
until I turn on the light
no pity from
the same shapeless
barriers
I let it be
sitting there on that
angle
I don't get nervous...

...anymore
Of the fear of it

falling

The detail intense
too intense for the
pale peach wall
Feeling out the proper
place
so it will not fall
ever again
Wood paneling quietly
scratching its secrets

...follow through...

and lead me too
The tussels in your
story
of you just sitting there
on a perfect angle
and I swear
and I promise
I will always
keep it that way