a poem by [triniti]

The words that come to my mind
Isn’t always a rhyme
It hardly ever makes sense
It can only be composed
By me into these sweet lines
That you call a poem
It doesn’t take long for me
Find out and translate what
They mean
Like look:
Me death you eat I live
What do you think it means
That I am dying while you are consuming
So I’ll live
That is the simplistic way of thinking
Those thoughts are scrambled and
They are missing words it means
I would rather die than to eat and live
But watch you starve
You probably could have guessed that but it was simply and honestly
A fun fact about me

 

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