You inspire my best poetry
Mostly because I hate you so much
But that’s just me projecting again
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
There are no easy answers
To the questions I am posing
Luckily I am ambitious
Once the fire’s been kindled
I can burn down forests and cites
Igniting the world I inhabit
Brightening its universe
But no passion has tickled the flame lately
Just mundane, passing urges
Gone far before flint can strike metal
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 1:03 AM UTC
Your arms were stretched out above us
Creating worlds with the movements of your hands
Depicting the vague concepts that I couldn’t grasp
With me just lying there, blurred mind, blurred edges,
Absolutely basking in your reality
I knew then nothing good would come of this
But why on Earth should that matter?
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC