two sweets on sundae
i live blue, you live gray
flavorless & mundane
you are shrewd, disarrayed
your mouth filled by your lies
it's the truth and the word flies
to caves merely moonlit
go get hurt and get bit
your heart's really narrow
it's clogged and incomplete
let me ruin your alleys
to your heart, its only valid
you live as a monster
as horrid as a monster
i see me in your eyes
shrunken and disguised
tell me what hurts you
how the slum comforts you
you're merely surviving
your sloth is even heightened.
YOU ARE READING
I'm fashionably late to loving myself
PoetryThe world would be dull if love, poetry, admiration, zeal, passion, and romance wouldn't lace each strand of our heavenly web. I spill my heart on this one love letter to the entire humanity. In a faint voice though, soft enough to hear only when yo...
