blue paint, undercover
beneath my blue covers
streaking across the page
as if it has an agenda
tinged with a sharp
sort of bitterness
that resembles the
acrid smell it gives off
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
