Round like a circle.
No points just one line.
What if that circle made a point.
Then it's not a circle.
It's something it's not.
When it hits that point it makes more.
It makes edges and boundaries.
A new set of rules to follow.
That circle becomes a Triangle.
Three points.
Three straight lines.
What if the triangle made more points.
It stretched or duplicates.
It turns into a diamond.
What if that diamond separates from its points.
It's no longer a shape.
It's just lines.
Floating lines.
Nothing to connect to.
The lines are just stuck.
The lines crack and break.
They try to reconnect.
They can't.
The pieces get smaller.
Until there's nothing.
No more shape.
No more points.
No more lines.
It's too late.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry 🌺
PoesieThis book is full of Poems I've made either out of peoples interests or about other subjects. If you would like a poem made about your interests please DM me and I'll send you some questions which will then be made into a poem. Anyway I hope you enj...
