Then I got tired of begging
people to love me...
Like a morning star,
She illuminates me...
I don't mind that my soul is wild...
You're looking to settle down though...
I see you
most days...
There's always a demon in the room
even with heaven surrounding me...
I peacefully watched the metro from across a...
A man with tattered clothes, smiled to me...
They all mean well, I guess.
(or at least love to believe so...
To write a story in free verse
is to let the prose in you go berserk...
-
i think i still love you...
Tigers seem to scratch
an old styled chalk board...
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i haven't roughed up a poem in years...
This is a wondrous place to be;
I have come to know it well...