Sep 9
Seriously,
You won’t let me rest
Or sleep?
“No,” says poetry,
“It’s your duty—
Make me be spoken.”
Trust me,
When you spit me out
Into the world,
You’ll feel better.
You won’t let me rest
Or sleep?
“No,” says poetry,
“It’s your duty—
Make me be spoken.”
Trust me,
When you spit me out
Into the world,
You’ll feel better.
