An Idiot Boy Poem by Vishal Sharma
An Idiot Boy
Rating: ★3.3
I love to be called an idiot
if the word escapes your lips
you bring for me flowers
no matter roses or tulips.
i have a heart inside me
eyes saltier than the sea
i have become your instance
though you give me a single glance
my death is now certain
i die a death of a lover
but i request you to visit
my grave with a flower.
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4/26/2024 6:07:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent flow and form. Being these words, yours that..they are....iip