Somewhere in the middle,
Between the laugher and crier,
There's a man with open hand,
That man is a liar.
He sits with the seeds between his teeth,
His teeth are made of Braille.
He sips the seeds of tangleweeds,
And sends the innocent to jail.
[I'm not a poet like Jesse or Teddi, but occasionally I like to write a bit of semi-nonsensical free-thought pieces. Normally it's just for my own sake, but my dad thought this one was fun so I decided to post it. <3].
1 comment:
Hey there,
My name is Julie and I am a blogger too. I love poetry but find it hard to write sometimes.
This is some pretty sweet poetry, nice job :)
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