Needs a better title
This is a repost from my Twitter platform, created during a specially quirky situation (specified only as an untitled poem, & w/c was done on the fly at around 4:26 AM on April 26, 2017). This is its edited version.
Trying to speak whats there...not to be so structured.
A saga written as a ode about incidents revolving in mind, involving a few of the girls I met. Their sounds still ring in my head!
We all choose our delusions in life.
Another note for the barista I've grown quite fond of. Probably too fond, but that doesn't seem to change much.
not done
Written for Michelle, the sweetest, most beautiful lady in the whole world.