Visual Poetry

I fear, I will turn
into the very monsters
I have always loathed.

I have certain goods
still with tags in my closet.
How did they get there?

To buy or not to;
to try or not to. If not
it would be a waste.

I am morphing as
I type into the morning.
It will claim us soon.

Blair and Nate are back together again. I wonder if we're 'easy' too. Almost certainly not because we are us and we have fireworks. To love each other and not forsake the other is all you got to.

I miss being creative. Sketching, writing... I must add visual poetry to my list of to-dos this summer.

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Live. Laugh. Love,
Yours Truly


(Images from Google)