I find that I write
because I don't know
what I am thinking
until I read what I say
YOU ARE READING
Mutt
PoetryOnce, a very long time ago, there was a girl. She was Lucifer, the most beautiful fallen angel. She lied to me. Spat on me. Sneered in my face. But here I was with my butterfly net trying to catch her light. I hated my self. Why was I so fucking sca...
Unclear Vision
I find that I write
because I don't know
what I am thinking
until I read what I say
