What means to me
Does not mean to you

I have oh so many things
I have yet to do

Basic rhyme schemes
And what's left in lieu
...
Of the newest disasterpiece
Line break to savor a dramatic lease

On life, on love
On whatever's least

What's there left
when we refuse to see each other
for what we are?

Outdoors smells like death
And indoors brings no life

Literally.
Figuratively.
There are no words for what I'm thinking.
There are no words for what I'm thinking.
My life on repetition
My lines on repetition

I need to let loose
I did
I didn't
I need to cleave to a good read
Good Book
God Book
Good Book
Dog's nook
I left away the peels of the orange
On the linens

I want to smell nice.
But isn't it better to be nice?