Dear monster,
I wonder when you came,
I wonder when you'll leave.
Seems like years or minutes,
I cant quite tell.
Times. A blur with you around.
Dear monster you seem to be,
Leaking, dripping black down on me.
In my brain it all collects
Oh monster what will we do next?
Dear monster, be mine you say,
Together forever as long as your hair.
But you cant see I'm running out of time.
Dear monster are you blind?
Fists strong, eyes blue yet body small.
Dear monster what would I do without you.
YOU ARE READING
The Wild Flowers
PoetryLife is so unpredictable. You never know what the real meaning of something is. So I hope you have fun trying to find the real meaning of all of these. After all, who doesn't love deciphering late night poetry.
