With reggae roots.
A mixed Brit
With beautiful dreads.
She told me I look good
After I cut my own hair,
Saying we should all have
A real sense of impermanence.
She thanks me
For not writing a poem about her,
And we agree My motto is
sustained shrieking sounds.
She keeps me company
With the sound of her heart thumping,
The cadence of which
Plays like a ska record.
She likes Brooklyn,
Knows I do not,
But excitedly shows me around,
Trying to sway me to stay.
She will never be forever
And I thank her for regulating my moods,
With kisses and ham sandwiches
this historic weekend of moving on.
With beautiful dreads.
She told me I look good
After I cut my own hair,
Saying we should all have
A real sense of impermanence.
She thanks me
For not writing a poem about her,
And we agree My motto is
sustained shrieking sounds.
She keeps me company
With the sound of her heart thumping,
The cadence of which
Plays like a ska record.
She likes Brooklyn,
Knows I do not,
But excitedly shows me around,
Trying to sway me to stay.
She will never be forever
And I thank her for regulating my moods,
With kisses and ham sandwiches
this historic weekend of moving on.