Every edge and curve of you is pure.
Every word you say to me is precious
because of the little time I've known
and will get to know you.
Every little thing you do I want to follow.
Every thought you have,
I will give a penny for.
I'm sorry we had to meet this way.
But I'm glad to have met you
for the little 24 hours we had left in this world.
New York City won't be the same without you.
Not that I'd know.
I'm dead too.
But I'll love you
from here
to
t h e r e.
YOU ARE READING
A Pocketful of Bad Poetry by Me; A Nobody
Poetryidk honey. poetry and shit. basically my own personal diary i will write in whenever i feel the need to vent or cry or feel high or all the feeling things.
