reader,
im sorry if i wasted your time.
i hope you felt something, or laughed at least. call me fake-deep, or a prodigy. i don't really mind. im laid out, ready for you to explore to your own interpretation. the gardens of versailles are pretty, but so are the beaches of california and a 67' mustang. they're all very different. perhaps i wasn't your cup of tea. no sugar (i really don't understand how you can put sugar in a cuppa...).
if you like what you see though, i invite you to return again sometime. share me with the people you love. im all yours now. i don't know where i'm going, but with you i'm sure i'll be alright.
if you could perhaps vote on this poetry, or add me to your collections, i would be forever grateful, forever in debt to you.
thank you for reading.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Poetrygive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
