Poetry
For poetry . . .
Words are broken
Letters are scattered
Of our poems- They cried
For their human heart shaped home-
No one knows- You showed no mercy
I didn't give it a try
We left them for
The world to justify! They are masterpieces
(An orphan, no one knows)
I cry for them in the bath
The tap screams louder though- Let's work
To give them homes again
Not in the real world, no matter at all
Let's paint our poetic world To laugh, to make our poems
unconditional.
Letters are scattered
Of our poems- They cried
For their human heart shaped home-
No one knows- You showed no mercy
I didn't give it a try
We left them for
The world to justify! They are masterpieces
(An orphan, no one knows)
I cry for them in the bath
The tap screams louder though- Let's work
To give them homes again
Not in the real world, no matter at all
Let's paint our poetic world To laugh, to make our poems
unconditional.
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