seven
i have written seven poems today all trash but one this ain’t that one
i have written seven poems today all trash but one this ain’t that one
(erase) me, (delete) me from your mind, sleep without my presence, this obnoxious dream i personify nails across a chalkboard, scissors down your spine, a spider dancing on your forehead did you know that it was love at first light, infatuation by candle, desire in the glow of the moon (release) me, (take) me, like […]