i am more linguine than linguist
in times like these
you thought my words were beautiful
those worlds i spun
like fairy floss
out of simple phrases
and a dash of broken mind
...
i am at a loss to say
all the things i mean
and all the things i feel
i am more linguine than linguist
there is no language
that exists
that possesses the means to express
this festering
exquisite
kind of heartbreak
or do i feel nothing at all?
YOU ARE READING
clouds.
Poetryfrom the chart topping author of "excerpts" comes another poetry collection, in which the precise anatomy of a broken heart is explored through prose. my poetry books: excerpts [#1 in poetry] all smiles [ discontinued ]
