LIGHT police shine on me
oh karma died yesterday
and now like daisies
you know…
Oh come on arrest my head
and make me feel criminal
— is this what we get
this is what we need
what we get when we dream
all inside our lonely heads
Comma, english police yea
rest inside the casket i
placed you within:
this is what you get when
you mess with love.
i’m all by myself
all by myself with words
i love and create in prose
how i lost myself within you.
the only poetry i love is
what i write to you.
:: 09.03.2021 ::