Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled  c. 1994


What’s it like to

fall in love

to feel and touch

what we think is real


What’s it like to

find someone special

to know that they are truly the one


What’s it like to

lose someone you care about

to know that you

can never see them again



What’s it like to write a terrible poem with no punctuation?

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