i've written countless poems and proses
i can't remember when i have composed a poem that showcases my bliss
passion and romance, i forgot both
i delved into my chest,
even one poem of pleasure, i can't find
it is a torture to write solely about discomfort
every word is eerie
inside, when past is mentioned, everything crumbles
i would close this
before i think of another line that would torment and infest my forlorn profundity
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
