Her Name Is Poetry By Aaron Ace Cook/AMFACB
Dear Poetry....
You are not that interesting
but then neither am I
Your brilliance is limited as is mine
That light has been slowly losing it's shine
Where once was something akin to human
lies the remnants of wreckage
Get over it
It's only serves as mass entertainment
the truth is no one truly gives a shit about you
in the same way you do
Not them, not I
What words will they say when you die
Some hypocrite bullshit
because it's taboo to speak ill of the dead
they'll turn you into a saint, when clearly you ain't
The world will not stop
Mourning does not last forever
who among them will take the time to remember
Being alive is to be busy
Self involved, I am my own world I revolve around
All this is just one woman's point of view
still on my honor I swear will never stop writing for you poetry
What will I say when you die
nothing at all, I will go into seclusion and cry
you and I we will live forever.