No Title - Poem by Lucas Miganda
this poem has no title, these words have no identity
these ideas have no limits, they're vital
pushing the bounds of creativity, this piece has no morality
coz i do not have to rhyme my piece for it to be considered poetry
with all due respect, i write what i feel, i write what is real
i don't write for the thrill, these words pay my bills
if i had to chose the love of my life, you better not count your self in
this is the real deal,
poetry to the death of me
Its vanity.. its like chasing the wind but you cant catch it...
its not Reality TV that has made you an addict...
no TV screens and movie thrills...
these Wanting the life of stacking dollar bills...
am Living like a model popping all those skinny pills...
i live like a poet, one word at a time
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