Darling what we Are

We are the bomb waiting to explode,

The rock that hasn’t been thrown,

The great artist that’s not yet famous.

We could be the destruction of a bomb,

The window where the rock was thrown,

The famous artist in all the media.

Darling we are potential.

We are the hands that have never hold,

The kiss that hasn’t happened,

The bodies unexplored.

Darling we are potential,

We are a stored bomb,

a resting rock, an unknown artist.

We are waiting for the all to happen,

Darling we are potential,

All the energy in our eyes but no action,

Darling we are nothing.

B. Meza (c) 3/2015

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About B. Meza

Writing is liberating.
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