You picked me from the masses Taken from the grasses "I'll remember you forever" So I'm stored between the covers Pressed and crushed within the pages Just like all the others And over time, I am dried No more tears left to cry. I am just another leaflet In your book of memories
Writing writing Tomorrow I would be written off My book value For some may be zero For some millions Scrap value for all zero For some I may be a hero For some a zero Others may consider a villain All these would be opinions I shall go An elevated soul It's my opinion The fact would remain You won't find me Even If you spend trillions Writing writing Tomorrow I would be written off Whatever my book value An elevated soul I shall go It's my opinion
Let my words slide like slithering snakes on your tongue Devour my sentence structure like children ******* thumbs Feel the anguish of fake people that can't see, touch or hear Then when your tears sludge the page, I am your master puppeteer May every letter leave you wetter and each comma stir up drama And when you reach the end of it all, you'll be begging for more trauma.
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, inspiration: favorite book---Invisible Life In A Miserable Age version two :>
Henry met her at the library rasped the portrait in ancient poetry booked her love in print of coffee calligraphy vanished curses of September from the entire history remembered eyes bared and fell at feet so complementary one-eighty degrees the fine line supplementary deviled angelic marveled hurdled seven freckles and stashed in memory celebrates venus and mercury