Jun 2017
I’ll start
but
it never finishes.
Words flow
but
nothing truly
Thoughts come
but
hardly are
Love blossoms
but
never ever
Pain jolts
but
it doesn’t
You’ll die
but
your legacy lives.
but
it never finishes.
Words flow
but
nothing truly
Thoughts come
but
hardly are
Love blossoms
but
never ever
Pain jolts
but
it doesn’t
You’ll die
but
your legacy lives.
An attempt at playing with the structure of poems.
