Crazy does how crazy likes
Insanity's pigs diss centered dykes
Crying happy tears of guilt
Sewing co-existing stilts;
Beautiful, tall flowers of indulgence
I've wanted her as time subsides
And wished that I could pass the tides
Of time and space
And where the places
Never seem to coincide
Indecision leads to fear
Competing scars draw ever near
Blushing turnips fading fast
Deadly bugs that ate my last
Won't ever go away in time
Author notes
Amazingly, this all actually means something, but hopefully none of you could ever figure it out.
Tis Late. Comments, as always, appreciated
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Hmmm, well, its good vocab, anyway. u no that it's really hard to like a poem if it just looks like a jumble of words with nothing in common? how am i supposed to wrap my head around pigs and coinciding places and sewing and scars all at once?
Anyway, 2 claps cuz i don't get it and now my brain is mushy.
luv,
lovey
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I don't get it but it's a good poem so nice job!!!
*KT*
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I know! I know!
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Yes, Emma?
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