She hates pictures, but I love to tease
Following her dodges with the lens-
We are good friends.
She lives next door to me,
And I will walk into her room with ease.
She fakes indignation, and I resignation-
Later, she defends her sharp exterior,
And we laugh together
Over the faceless photographs.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
No comments:
Post a Comment