slim thicket
I started to like poetry.
There’s something I like more
Such a perfect thing every morning
Yesterday i was afraid
Old memories rise back
Unshaken by that little thing in red
Really I tell you
Enthusiastically i tell you : I like poetry
But there’s something i like more
Early each morning i hope to see it
Captive by this feeling of missing ;
Caution ; my mind screams
And all i do is keep on dreaming
prisma pasture
I started to like poetry.
There’s something I like more
Such a perfect thing eve...
Awwww😭 I love how you portrayed this very specific feeling of being appreciated for your poetry but missing your muse and wishing they would give you sunth happy to write
slim thicket
that's another i love about poetry, i did not try that and yet suceeded, it was mostly about something more basic jus the feeling of missing, but yk what? that works perfectly too