Poems from Saabby
I used to keep my aspirations in a small white book with a round silver lock.
Hidden, under my bed these were my dreams I could not speak...
My head is an old fashioned movie.
Black and White.
Right and Wrong.
I compartmentalize.
What is acceptable?
What is not?
Packed away in...
I would give you wisdom, but I do not possess it.
I would give you money. If any were to be found in my pocket.
I would give you hope. If...
I wanted to feel alive.
So with a CLICK the belt came off.
Speeding out of control.
It was an old car
I was dangerous.
I was careless.
I...