I'm not sure
why you
talk to me
praise me
or really
like me at all.
Maybe you see
the universe
swirling and churning inside me
Like I do
in you.
Or, maybe it's
just one of those
unexplainable human ideas
that some people
are meant for others.
YOU ARE READING
Unkempt Poetry
PoesíaRandom poems, some old, some new. I try to date them, if I know when I wrote them. Leave a comment if you enjoy them!
