These keys
they hate me
The sound they make
I try to write
is perfect
My mind is this poem
it is a cup of cold
coffee from this morning
Tell me
Do you think I'm beautiful?
I can hear the wind
talking to the trees.
Do you want to fuck me?
This poem
is not a draft.
I don't write those.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
wow... there seems to be a lot of random stuff in this poem, but thats ok, because i love random... i dont think that i have ever read a poem like this before, and i find that i quite enjoyed it, more people should write like this.
Tell me
Do you think I'm beautiful?
I can hear the wind
talking to the trees.
Do you want to fuck me?
i sit at my window almost every day with a pencil and paper, and i have it open... it's my inspiration... and when i hear the wind and stuff, i sit there and i think similar things... seeing as to how its something that i am kind of going through... very good job once again, keep up the good work.
-
Ah..the intensity is very sharp and the message is very hard yet you are clear in the verse my friend...well done
Adding your comment:
