If love were words
About turning into a werewolf.
Another poem about nuclear explosions.
Tarot cards explain lifes mysteries.
Why we have day and night.
This is what poetry means to me.
A poem of a vision I had.
A poem of a broken heart and wanting to forget with a touch of atomic explosions.
Apocalypses aren't always bad.
This is a poem about a person who wants to scream and curse to let out all their inner pain. But something stops them every time.
Thought of this while watching my one-year-old nephew sleep (:
I dunno my Valentine's seem to always be uneventful but this seemed to stick out like neon to me...(enjoy)