This
Poem
Does Not
Mean nothing.
I just wanna say
I'm just making these words right now,
Just to fit them here to this Fibonacci sequence.
Damn,
Why
So hard?
It's not like
I'm a great poet.
When there's limits, I can't write well.
This shitty poem is a real true evidence of it.
Still,
My
Shaking
Hands won't stop.
So, I'm changing things.
I'll make it ascend and descend.
Maybe that will change various things on how I write them,
Then I'll make a serious attempt,
At this shitty style.
So I can
Stop this
Mad
Skill.
**
Girl,
Wait.
You see,
I love you.
What I have to give
To you is just my words of hope,
And a genuine promise that shall not be broken.
It is honestly my honor
To keep loving you,
Until I'm
Taken
By
Death.
STAI LEGGENDO
Poetry Of A Count
PoesiaThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
