Forgotten Letter #482 by James Andrew Crosby
My fingers are poor, no words of wit
will come from their battered tips
or their fragile, cracking bones;
my mind is flawed with foolish, modern artistry
as I scribble in uncertainty words of cheap ink -
all that remains changed are my beliefs
to form and shape the perfect piece of poetry.
Typewriter Poetry #754 by James Andrew Crosby
Forgotten Letter #481 by James Andrew Crosby
They exist in greater number than your fingerbones.
Typewriter Poetry #753 by James Andrew Crosby
(and they know nothing about us)
Forgotten Letter #480 by James Andrew Crosby
find me in all deep shadows;
there I will draw breath.
Typewriter Poetry #752 by James Andrew Crosby
Forgotten Letter #479 by James Andrew Crosby
The most important, and only, advice I would tell, is that you should never disguise your true self. Do not try to live up to his expectations, but reveal your truthful personality. Give each other a chance to show you that you both are who you are.
May you find happiness.
Typewriter Poetry #751 by James Andrew Crosby