with poetry

Posted on Posted in posts
Sometimes I wonder
If I am in love with poetry
For the wrong reasons

The kiss that once
Seemed to have
Poured life and spring throught my lips
has now rotten my mouth
My eyes
My days
My mind.

And keeps on going
Deeper, further

Then I see
that I.m in love with poetry for a good
reason
As only here 
I can reach to the root of your kiss
And put it on paper
So I can live for another day.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *