You ask me what I think of you
when I think about you every day,
You think of yourself in meters
when I think of you in miles in every single way
You leave without a sound;
On my bed, your feelings marked its decisive weight,
So take your heels and clothes with you
and I'll leave our lives together to fate
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Confessions of a Tired Poet
PoetryWhat kind of poem would you write if you stopped caring about everybody else? Confessions of a Tired Poet is a collection of short poems that gives you a backstage pass to the life of a poet who's sick and tired of his life. This is the front seat t...
