Aug 20
Sometimes
Poetry comes
Like a slap
Across my face.
It keeps bothering me,
Begging to be written.
And I go,
“Ok… here we go.”
I’m channeling now.
Poetry comes
Like a slap
Across my face.
It keeps bothering me,
Begging to be written.
And I go,
“Ok… here we go.”
I’m channeling now.
