Rough draft of a poem I just wrote today. Probably the rawest thing I’ve written, which isn’t saying much lol.
by B. Gauterius
I cannot say what I think
And I cannot think of what to say.
When my better judgment restricts
What my heart begs to convey–
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you.
But I wish that I could tell you
And hear what you would say,
Yet I doubt I’d like your answer,
So I think I’ll go away.
This corner seems nice.
Maybe in a few years
I’ll crawl out of this den,
And I’ll be able to tell you
And we’ll be the greatest friends.
Or maybe you’ll be gone.
So maybe I will tell you now
What I really think
How I love the books you read
And why I couldn’t sleep.
Maybe, perhaps, today
I’ll say what I think.
"Can't have dirty garbage."