Erotographomania;
A suffering
Since i never get
your letters back
Or
have a short note
with your name at the bottom
But i'll write you
And i'll ask philosophers
About the secrets
Of the oceans
Because, darling
You're in the place
Where the sun can't reach
And my eyes can't capture
In the bottom of the ocean
Where the green of your eyes
Turns into pitch black
Where i can never
paint you again
You're simply hidden
And my maps will never cross your destination.
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
