My lips, tattered poems
I piece together,
coat them in chapstick
to keep the ideas
from flutter away
in the wind.
Words, butterflies
you have to
pin them down
or they disappear.
My lips, tattered poems
I piece together,
coat them in chapstick
to keep the ideas
from flutter away
in the wind.
Words, butterflies
you have to
pin them down
or they disappear.
Beautiful. You made the words dance to a perfect ending. A amazing poem.