I was only idling at all,
identity was what I found
in this affair and idiocy.
What will happen in this illicit love?
I can only imagine
of things that can never happen.
I am imbecile.
YOU ARE READING
He
PoetryA book he holds with countless pages, His eyes heal, and his love reads. This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a man's point of view of love and life.
Imbecile
I was only idling at all,
identity was what I found
in this affair and idiocy.
What will happen in this illicit love?
I can only imagine
of things that can never happen.
I am imbecile.
