You could pull out all my hair
And
Pluck out my eyes
And
Eat them in front of me
Like
Spaghetti and meatballs
And
I would still kiss you
When
You were done.
https://insanitymisunderstood.com
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
Benjamin Grossman 