My poetry is not
I have to admit
Anything comparable
To dancing bees
Or bumbling butterflies
Or even a field of red roses
With a sunset in place above
Wind whispering through
The share sharp thorns
Unable to feel the pain
That they always leave behind
I wish I was the wind
But this poem isn't about that
It's about the fact that
My poetry is a mess
And that's ok
Because admittedly
I am a mess
And that's fine with me
YOU ARE READING
100 Days of Feeling
PoesíaPoetry written on things I feel for a long time. Entering this for the Watty Awards. **I tag Min Yoongi because Poem 10 is in relation to the mixtape and my feelings about it and Min Yoongi**
