love
can you see me make a little
more sense everyday?
so that you can play puzzle
when you're bored.
i have designed a way to escape
by keeping you in, by
keeping you dead, my sweet
little corpse in the grass.
can you see me make a little
more sense everyday?
while you become a little less
than before.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Mar 25, 2008.
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I understood it, and at the same time I didn't.
But the confusion kept me reading and left me puzzled at the end.
I really enjoyed this poem.
:)