In my thoughts of poetry you are a prose
Never following any structure I impose
In the ink I press on paper you are a smear
Always making perfect chaos due to your fear
In the book of us that I am binding
Your unraveling I am finding
In my publishing process you are a misprint
Never meant to be but an everlasting imprint
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
In my thoughts of poetry you are a prose
Never following any structure I impose
In the ink I press on paper you are a smear
Always making perfect chaos due to your fear
In the book of us that I am binding
Your unraveling I am finding
In my publishing process you are a misprint
Never meant to be but an everlasting imprint
