You have no right
To call me blind-
Of the suffocation I'm under in.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
Which Suffocate...
You have no right
To call me blind-
Of the suffocation I'm under in.
