40/F/Massachusetts I'm no poet. I just write stuff a few people like, and that's on a good day. I would go on about how this is all my own work, so don't steal it, but who would want to? Thank you for visiting. 190 followers / 5.4k words
Imagine being a poet with nothing to say. Vacant eyes fixed on your screen all day. If a lost soul reaches out, you slap them away. You pretend to be a poet, but you've got nothing to say.
As a kid I believed the moon was made of cheese. With age I learned it's just a frigid rock. As a child I remember gazing at stars, whispering please. As though the universe could really hear me talk. Rainbows were pure magic. Each one held a *** of gold. Growing up is inherently tragic. Splendor becomes same old same old.