“why don’t you write a book?”
they’ll expect
a second
if consistency
and money
was consistant
see, I’d write a book
“you should write a book”
poetry is a dying art,
you’ll find a needle
every now and then
but the hay is bound
together with cellphones
and bongs
and unexpected
suicides
no one wants to hear
how sleep deprived you are
because your satin feels
like moth wings
and how your skin
feels like
a burning painting,
why cigarettes kiss
harder and how love
feels like the bottom
of a dinner plate
you’ll find compassion
and understanding
but finding a diamond in
the rough is
only valuable if
you can escape
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
“why don’t you write a book?”
they’ll expect
a second
if consistency
and money
was consistant
see, I’d write a book
“you should write a book”
poetry is a dying art,
you’ll find a needle
every now and then
but the hay is bound
together with cellphones
and bongs
and unexpected
suicides
no one wants to hear
how sleep deprived you are
because your satin feels
like moth wings
and how your skin
feels like
a burning painting,
why cigarettes kiss
harder and how love
feels like the bottom
of a dinner plate
you’ll find compassion
and understanding
but finding a diamond in
the rough is
only valuable if
you can escape
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