01.28.19
sorry kids
but you'll never be as good as my poet
it doesn't matter how sweet your words are
they are just honeysuckle, but my poet's words drip
down decadent, more than just a brief flash of
sweetness.
my poet's words are the real thing.
you may make a pretty picture, but my poet creates
universes with 26 letters.
you may offer a firefly light, but he creates the
fucking sun just for me.
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
