The Fantasy life of Poetry and Crime
IBaby, won’t you read my journal?
Learn about my thoughts infernal.
I’ve had this with me all my life.
Writ in it all my joys and strife.
So, if you want to know me well
Then take this with you and read well.
II
I did. I do. And all I saw were words that wandered
From here to there
There to here
(Like a headless chicken)
Eventually reaching nowhere.
My mistake (for falling for)
Pretenses (faux like fur )
The Fantasy life of Poetry and Crime.
The reality of de-winged butterflies.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2026-05-23 at 16:03
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