Daily Poetry
I will play for you.
Till my fingers are bleeding.
I will play for you.
but only in
the brightest part of the day
quietly.
So as not to be
any more than a
murmering back drop
to all you say and do.
seriously, I hate poetry,
Yours is female cohenesque
freak angst beauty,
what else can you do?
But be a platzian icon ?
what else do people like us do ?
You are sky.
I will play for you.
Till my fingers are bleeding.
I will play for you.
but only in
the brightest part of the day
quietly.
So as not to be
any more than a
murmering back drop
to all you say and do.
You are sky.
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