somethings i wish i wasnt a poet
because i feel ur words in depths and waves
and no im not in a sad phase
i actually feel this way
the stars are not orbes to me
but tiny cameras of surveillance
that flicker from the glare of the lens
//e.b.
YOU ARE READING
DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
