AMY



R.I.P Amy



All I will ever be to you, is a fan you’ve never met,

And yet to me you’ll linger as a lost souvenir that I shall never forget.

Your voice was like emeralds in my our ears,

Trickles of lake water, matured way before your years.

You lead a care-free life, some swore for you unpretentious and humble ways,

Now you’re gone, and no longer are your days.

This may be so, but your records will never collect dust in the attic

They will ring like bells, gracing this old crooked house with music.

All this poem will ever be to you will be one you’ll never read,

But I will always value all the great things written about you and understand your misdeeds.

My Tea Party

I am planning on having a tea party for my half-birthday,
at the Botanical gardens, preferably on a Saturday.
Blessed be that morningm with blue skies, and chirping birds,
singing beautiful melodies, none have ever heard.

Let it be that all my friends come,
cordially, they are yet to be invited to wonderland under the sun.
Treats, tea and so much more,
poetry, friendship, all the things I adore.

I am planning on having a time of my life,
no loud music, no disc jockies, we will dance to the music the wind and be merry.
Walking all over our sadness and strife,
even if it's for a few hours, we will eat, and be merry.

Let that day come,
let that day embrace us equally,
we will jump, sing and run,
in the gardens so lovely.

This has been just a note of excitement and joy,
now let all my close friends be there, I pray, every girl and every boy.

Ceaser Mata