The deepest corners of my mind
House my poetry
Words that don't come out in real life
Are found in my poetry
But with a pen in my hand and paper on the desk
There's a new way to hear my poetry
And it leaks out from my brain to my stained fingertips
From my glued lips to the paper
And it is written in ink
My poetry
YOU ARE READING
So Human
Poetryso human it hurts rankings in poetry: #396~ 9/08/16 #312~10/10/16 #204~10/12/16 #169~10/16/16
