no you do not write well
why you even write what
you never see
the cliche
the dead moth's dearest
word.
but the body.
its soul
rising smiles
at your word
and its not even
great, or great
what do i call this
reaction,
this error
uncorrected;
do i let it stay
and grow on the heart's
plane or do i crush the
soul and scorn beloved
beloved, or coldly.
