Missing-You Hymn
Is this a free verse
or is this just my pieces
glued back together—
in tangled phrases
in unequal lines
in one trashy poem
with shallow rhymes?
Is this a free verse
or is this just plain lines
with emotions so deep
in one ice-cold night
amidst a lovers' fight
in an 11 o'clock dream;
a before-to-sleep lie?
Is this a free verse
or is it just my tears
bottled up together
in a missing-you hymn
in an overthinking scene
but written dramatic as this
for it to be called poetry?
Is this a free verse or is it just me?
Is this even a poetry or is it just my misery?
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
