I am a list
- notes on a page
- paint with these colors
- do what she says
- reduced to letters on paper
My childish whimsy, my squiggles and stars
are reduced to straight lines
and I feel little
once again
*you are no list, your eyes scream of freedom
and mine are mere lines on the page
- a pristine poet
- a golden list
- I am wax
- mouldable
- weak
- an idol
- created from a weak poets' prose
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
I am a list
- notes on a page
- paint with these colors
- do what she says
- reduced to letters on paper
My childish whimsy, my squiggles and stars
are reduced to straight lines
and I feel little
once again
*you are no list, your eyes scream of freedom
and mine are mere lines on the page
- a pristine poet
- a golden list
- I am wax
- mouldable
- weak
- an idol
- created from a weak poets' prose
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