You taste like a catacomb.
Yes, you.
Dull.
Dull.
Dull.
Dull.
Dull.
Dull.
Monotonous.
Is today yesterday.
And is tomorrow
today?
Well, for you it is,
because every day is
the same.
When I look at you,
I feel like someone is
throwing flour in my
eyes.
There is so much potential,
but you leave the scraps
untouched.
Stop it.
Stop.
Mirrors are useless, anyways.
I've never thought about what a catacomb tastes like...interesting.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is so deep and really makes the reader think, I love this. I really enjoy the last line, it leaves you thinking back on the whole poem and you can see the honesty through the words. You're not afraid to beat around the bush, you just say it, which is awesome:)
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