Shhhh…. The Mad Are Like Writing All Thru The Night Poem by eve Taylor
Shhhh…. The Mad Are Like Writing All Thru The Night
I think I finally get,
why poet's,
are lonely types,
they can never,
let other's,
really see,
cause in,
realities light,
they're exposed,
to a lunatic's light,
to a prim and proper,
show like a rose,
in day's light,
grow like a weed,
in moon's light,
cause only,
in moon's,
late late night's,
lonely,
can ever it feel,
just so right.
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