by andrebabyn

broadway-storefront-new-york

 

I’m Writing Poems No One Can Love

Confused about my role
Or maybe yours
I’m writing poetry
That can’t be understood
Or appreciated
Except by thoughtful drunks
Alone in the street
(Losers)
Or people who feel similiar desires
Not to exist

 

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