My father always says
necessity
is the mother
of invention.
Well,
that must be
why
I invent
in my head
all these
scenarios
with you.
Dear Mother,
why must it be
her
that you choose?
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
