Under the muted rain and the damp sun
my eyes feasted on your childlike bliss,
My heart faltered, my mind came undone
when you've assaulted my lips with a cold, wet kiss
My hands trembled in response, it only has begun,
The consequence of my warmth is my preferred demise
Against the bursting stars you have outshone,
You're a spectacle to my eyes
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Confessions of a Tired Poet
PoetryWhat kind of poem would you write if you stopped caring about everybody else? Confessions of a Tired Poet is a collection of short poems that gives you a backstage pass to the life of a poet who's sick and tired of his life. This is the front seat t...
