ever for.
a table of friends.
not playwrights, writers, poets,
neither artists nor artistes.
spill the whiskey
and spill your heart out.honesty
is essential.(like gunpowder to guns.)
just shoot...we are blood.
beyond veins or arteries or
tissue
or
skin.we are hardly poetic,hardly
velvet!
caustic conversations
carry (forward) carelessly.
but still we last.through this night.through the seasons of
treason.through years and years of forever.
3 Comments:
if that was dedicated to us, thank u so much its nice. can i post it on my blog pls poet siva?
you're a genius :)
i love this poem. makes me wanna cry. AWW. you made me cry you nehneh!
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