"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, June 3, 2010


I wish I never made a mistake
A life perfect written in ink
No lines scratched through it

But I have spent my life
In misspelled attempts
A diary full of my errors

How nice it would be to live
An existence written in pencil
Where mistakes could be erased


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