The Poetry Marathon

Sometimes

A tomato

Gives you ketchup.

And it’s ripe,

And juicy,

And farmers

Use it for

Sauce

I eat

On

Chicken fingers.

And here we are

Stupid

On a catch up

Afternoon.

I want to stroke

Your hair

And feel the sigh

Of you

That breaks into me.

You are bigger

Than me,

But I hold you

In my arms

Like a monsoon

I’ve captured.

I am

Poseidon.

I can handle

Your waves.

Heyyyy

im rileybobiley

looking forward to creating some time focused content. Looking more forward to reading the same!

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