Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2020
for my birthday
god gave me ten thousand white birds
so i wouldn't be alone
but i am alone
and for the sake of no one
i'm still awake
hot under the electric lights
deep in my own soup
so i am writing to you
dear lover
i am flying to you
over the asylum's main gate
gliding amidst horns and headlights
and i hope you are home
curled in between cool linens
i am writing to you
in every poem i've ever written
badly, but with sincerity
small-voiced and whimsical
i am trying to love you
love me
i have no shame
david badgerow
Written by
david badgerow  29/M/Florida
   Mike Arms and Marsha Singh
Please log in to view and add comments on poems