Keep in your box.
Noisy empty vessel.
No one wants to hear.
Non-extraordinary boy.
Faultily manufactured.
Destined for the incinerator.
Not that special someone.
Stay in your lane.
Others are much better.
Don't get a big head.
Mouth on a stick.
Just because I don't believe in karma
Doesn't mean karma doesn't believe in you
I hope your bones poke above the ground
So that dogs will finally fight over you
Do you comprehend the squandered potential?
Or do you just see your lost opportunity?
The lie of love I am meant to lick
Doubt is the revealer behind us
Have I already lived an eternity?
Do I have another one to go?
YOU ARE READING
The word (a collection)
PoetryA collection of poetry. Short, longer. General, personal. Traditional and esoterical. Will add with time, as I sift through the random pile. Let me know if I accidentally double post anything :)
