I am a deformed poet
Love poems are where my ink faltered
Love stories have bad endings written
I am half-poet and half-crackpot
The bouquet of roses crushed
by jealousy and the expectation that eyes peep
I am just a poet
Last night I tried to pen
out of the blue, my fingers sadden
Only love in the grave
I taste more than
the purest vow in the altar
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 2:33 PM UTC
I am a deformed poet
Love poems are where my ink faltered
Love stories have bad endings written
I am half-poet and half-crackpot
The bouquet of roses crushed
by jealousy and the expectation that eyes peep
I am just a poet
Last night I tried to pen
out of the blue, my fingers sadden
Only love in the grave
I taste more than
the purest vow in the altar
Hello, I am back, honey!
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