I can only hope you’re still out there
dying under the same sun I see

Fist to face, Pen to paper
Words of disgrace, poetry is safer

One can’t help but notice the staggering amount of people
Going broke,
To prove to other broke people,
That they aren’t broke.

I feel like an Audrey
In a world full of Marilyns

He used to bring her flowers
When her youth was in full bloom
She was ravished with fragrant colors
In her dewy faced afternoon
He used to bring her flowers
But as rose-petal girlhood began to atrophy
The flowers stopped arriving
The flowers vanished and so did he

Of course it was painful letting go,
But holding on, would’ve been a death sentence.

She was always victorious,
For she studied the art of seduction,
Because it requires more cunning,
Than the art of war.
Learn to ******.
Win every war.