You are no family of mine
You are no savior of mine
You are no hero to my kind
You are no protector of the shrine
You are no lover of mine
Yet you have no hatred from my kind
Let the fires burn with hate
Let the wars prolong the pain
Let the clocks spin through the days
Years and years spent wasting away
For you are no hero of my time
You have no rhythm or rhyme
Your melodies are sublime
And you never keep the time
So save your mind for the listening
For you are not worth my time
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
