spectrum
others say that it does not belong in the spectrum
but do they suffer the same way i do?
they do not, so they do not know how it feels
to compete with yourself with so much ado
i forgot the details of our encounter
leaving me selfless and floating ashore
your rekindled misogynistic screams
are evident as the rain starts to pour
you smiled as we stayed here
but you left me stranded in the relishing pain
of the blue clouds and the shining sun
of green grass and the pouring rain
YOU ARE READING
words // poetry ii
Poetry''painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.'' - leonardo da vinci
