ah yes.

things dont need to make sense to be

live out breathe out be poetry

for so long

i lay

a slave to imagination

id grieved before a loss

id love before the toss

and now im here wrapping my self in verses that are so true it hurts

as i rip my soul word for word

i hear the aching want of the world around me

i blind blind my eyes by blaring screens sunlight your so foreign to me now

i rise at night

and wander roam 

sometimes i get so drunk i turn to foam 

Reviews

[Tasha]

Wow, this was beautiful. Great write.