#shitty poetry

Are you losing your mind?

Surly you are.

For a mind intact,

Would not mistake such words like that.

But at last, you’ve unscrewed your head.

How sad.

The maggots ate through the brain that’s dead.

And so now the corpse walks—

sanity cracked.

So tell me girl,

how do you feel about that?

-S.S

When raindrops cease to wet the ground

And when fire freezes at the sight of snow

When the ocean becomes sweet,

As the breeze of wind lulls its waves,

And when the shadows devour the sun,

As the moon quits mirroring its light.

When Friday nights become Monday mornings,

When my tattoo of your name disappears into a void,

Which only your touch can fill.

And when the thought of your lips pressed on mine,

Stops making me feel like cherry wine

That’s when I’ll stop loving you.

- FP