Doesn't poetry save lives?

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

She likes me as a poet ~

She likes me as a poet -
she doesn't like what I write.

She reads every word I write -
she doesn't like when it's about her.
 
I tell her i write about what runs in my veins -
she cuts my vein & says: write about that. 

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