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

 

Notes:

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

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