While they were stealing keys and burning pages of handwritten poems,
We were there staring at our homes.
While they were busy shutting down roads and turning off lights,
I was in wars for this position.
This is the beginning of a new chapter,
I wonder why this seems familiar?
YOU ARE READING
BULLSHEETS (2024) - RANDOM THOUGHTS/POETRY
PoetryDon't hate me, I don't like you either.
