Truth in poetry

That last poem was awful as poems go, but I don’t care one whit. It captures the way I feel about late night phone calls. Though currently single, I am still extremely, horribly romantic. The book was pretty beautiful and it made me miss phone calls like that, late at night.

I’m gonna keep that poem right there. It holds a tiny bit of my heart, not gonna lie. Sometimes life is more important than perfect poetry.