Sunday Poetry Collection
I would give you my hoodie
My gift to you.
Feeling comfortable as I do in it
I want you to.
Feel like I do, be warm with me.
Symbolizing my way with you, I’m sharing my world with you.
In the form, of a hoodie.
~ Sakari
Gather the rain with me
See things, in a bucket.
Pretend this bucket, is the sea
See things, the way I see.
~ Sakari
What else would we do?
What else would we be?
What else does this mean?
C’mon, answer me.
~ Sakari
Hold it together, I will.
Fix what is broken, I can.
Love, which is poison, it’s possible.
The antidote, can be self-made
You don’t have to be perfect.
~ Sakari
Why does Sunday, feel like Saturday?
My last Saturday, felt like a Monday.
It came and went, as you did.
I’m at the breakfast table, alone again.
~ Sakari
So this is peace.
So this is love.
It’s no different.
From chaos.
From lust.
It’s no different, lies in between.
~ Sakari
