love;
a soup of inexplicable feelings
a maze of infinite dead ends
a stack of nostalgic photographs
love;
a soup to pour out a month's worth of laughter
a maze to confuse you with doubles
a stack to compress your heart underneath
love;
a soup that taste like colours
a maze with a worthy destination
a stack that will continue to pile
love;
why don't you decide?
YOU ARE READING
vertigo; #wattys2018
Poetrythis is for you; i don't shout my poetry off rooftops anymore because i think the world heard me it's been four years since i began writing this book on scraps of paper and receipts so go ahead; read me [lower case intended] [tw for some] [all writ...
