A woman attentively scribbles on her napkin. Her muse has appeared as she sat sipping her coffee. The smoke filled lounge is filled with the noise of inspiration. She captures the inspiration through her simple jotted words: I am a poet. |
I passed tragically in an accident.
When I met my souls light. I was confused...
A black and white photograph hides imperfections
It covers the lies and the rejection...
My lungs are full and my heart has stopped
And I'm pretty sure heaven hurts...
A porcelain doll upon your shelf
A distorted image of myself...
Is thought unrequited
as love is unrequited...