I haven’t written one in a while,
However, I have a new
hairstyle and lifestyle
out and through.
I like people too quick.
It is what has broke
me. I need to be strong and thick
that no one can smoke me.
My lungs have been treated badly,
I have liquidated my brain,
I have danced madly
and I have tried to kiss in pain.
It’s only the beginning of February
and already, I have already grown too close,
all I can do is dance and sing like a falling fairy,
let’s just close our lids and smell roses
and forget Febuarary.
This is a poem about my February so far.