Itchy thoughtsA Poem by linhphamYou told me, my poems are scratchy What the f**k does that even mean? What kind of scratchiness? The kind that chokes your words from within or the kind that gets under your skin? You told me, I dance like a tree What does that even mean? You mean my graceful bend or my heavy descent? Get the f**k in line and try to admire how I waltz through the wind I told you, you are fine but you can beat it cause you will never survive this f*****g deep ocean dive Now you can go and wonder too What the f**k does that even mean? © 2017 linhpham |
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