Welcome to My Poetry Site

I am so clean, there is nothing you can stick onto me.

Wouldn't that be wonderful in the real world.

Something worth being, what people talk about.

Like an angel with grace.

What a class act, me, celebrated by life.

There is nothing to talk about,

Not even a sound of a mouse.

Hush if you will.

Nothing to talk about, but yourself.

Nothing to talk about , but yourself.

A clever word or three.

Keep to yourself, when feeling the edge.

What you say can hurt.

And what you don't will just pass.

Like a moment of silence, deeply loved.

There is nothing to talk about,

Not even a sound of a mouse.

Hush if you will.

Nothing to talk about, but yourself.

Nothing to talk about , but yourself.

So you feel like talking.

Say something nice

Say something nice.

Nothing like the sound of air.

Nothing to hear.

Where you are, you are fine.

Fine like your eyes.

Now silence, because there is nothing more.

There is nothing to talk about,

Not even a sound of a mouse.

Hush if you will.

Nothing to talk about, but yourself.

Nothing to talk about , but yourself.

Nothing to talk about.