Chords that connect burst into my wandering heart with a feeling
That can never be told
My charismatic walking, how can I enter a house without knocking
Pushing houseowners through the cold
They robbed me once, and I'll pay twice
I should've focused on rolling the dice
Probabilities are odd; I'm quiet
Before all typewritten curses collide and unite
They suspect me to be a superstitious monster
Waking from a folktale
My stories are dangerous, and my poems release fear and anger
Watch out for my literature
Doubt all of me, but never my work
A dangerous writer seeks all
To be the odds in favor of mine
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Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoesíaMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.