I hope it makes your friends happy

while I sleep in their hearts with painted smiles
and lurk in their thoughts like a morning sun.
my name is written in those hidden files
ten footprints on the moon is good for fun.

I took half of the sound in a great name
and told my secrets, dark shades of my room.
they want my presence, to make their sweet game
they want my memoir as it heals their doom.

sweet lullabies are solos with bad notes
so strangle some strength, this ship is no stress
when waters don’t waste, what it is that floats
and colors that make are grounds with no mess.

if it brings butterflies, keep them so close
if the sound is minor, make use the hose.

Ruddapoet