Poem
I see roses I see colors.
I see locus girls like black vultures.
I smell Mama's fried chicken I smell drama upon association.
I smell llamas spitting facts or lies upon fornication.
I taste distaste I taste nostalgia.
I taste the embrace of true beings of myalgia.
I feel like a princess I feel like a queen.
I feel good vibrations when men tell me they love me.
I hear you though,
I hear you.
Though I don't believe you
I hear you.
I sense,
You.
YOU ARE READING
Feelings: Monologue/Poetry Collection
PuisiThese are monologues and poems that are completely random. Just getting my art out there ya know! Please check my profile for similar consistent works. (Currently working on a drafted piece: "Lotus' Story" 1/5 books of my new series: Because It's No...