Question

A poem by me

what my body knows
is not a lie it’s not
a lie i tell you it is not
it’s nothing short of truth
and nothing larger
my past lodges
in my marrow and if
i wanted a transplant
there’d be no match
others’ sorrows dwarf
my petty traumas still
these bones are mine
when they creak
when they moan
when they whine
there’s only one thing
i can claim these bones
are mine i tell you
they are mine and kind
to abandon no thing
that makes this pulse
no one but me

Answer 1

Jeez, good poem! :D

Answer 2

great job!

Answer 3

good job

Answer 4

Felt, Good Job I like tha poem

Answer 5

Amazing job, shocked by your work. Keep it up my man, love it. I'm looking forward to reading more poems from you. :D

Answer 6

I really love this <3 The suspense I gained reading this is actually phenomenal You just gained a new fan! Keep it up, you'll go places

Answer 7

lovely. < 3

Answer 8

nicee!!
hm u look familiar lol