you only care about the epilogue
where i kissed my prince
where i won against evil
where my success is evident
coz u find my denouement sweet.
you have no interest in my prologue
where i am just a burnt ash
where my castle is just a nipa hut
where the universe turns against me
coz u find my roots unpleasant.
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poesía". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
