the ruins of the city are too much for my poetry to sink in,
i've dwelled in rational emotions and irritations of love, in
all my verses,
all my pauses,
all my annotations;
the ruins of the city are too little for my emotions,
the regular of love and unhappiness doesn't bubble my words anymore
the humble repeating people stopped pleasing, for
the rubble of first glimpse that i've caught
Sep 25, 2022
Sep 25, 2022 at 8:03 AM UTC
the ruins of the city are too much for my poetry to sink in,
i've dwelled in rational emotions and irritations of love, in
all my verses,
all my pauses,
all my annotations;
the ruins of the city are too little for my emotions,
the regular of love and unhappiness doesn't bubble my words anymore
the humble repeating people stopped pleasing, for
the rubble of first glimpse that i've caught
