“Silly Poet,
What do you write?
What are you thinking
On this deep dark night?”
I’m writing a song
For my sweet love
who broke my heart
and left it burnt.
I’m thinking about
A sky grey
With ashes falling
Instead of rain.
“Oh, Silly Poet,
Let it be.
You can’t fix yourself
With a rhyme or three.”
The silly Poet laughs
And continues living all the lives
That were created
Through the silly poet’s rhymes.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
“Silly Poet,
What do you write?
What are you thinking
On this deep dark night?”
I’m writing a song
For my sweet love
who broke my heart
and left it burnt.
I’m thinking about
A sky grey
With ashes falling
Instead of rain.
“Oh, Silly Poet,
Let it be.
You can’t fix yourself
With a rhyme or three.”
The silly Poet laughs
And continues living all the lives
That were created
Through the silly poet’s rhymes.
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