Stupidly in loveA Poem by JasperHe dumped me like literally 2 days after I wrote this lollll, but I like the poem so screw him, yanno? Hope you enjoy :DI think If there’s nothing more perfect in this world Than a poem Then you must be poetry And you’re made of Coffee bittersweet and the aftertaste of energy drinks And rebellion for the sake of staying alive And call it death of the author But wherever you’ve come from My limerick, my love Matters as much as the ink used to color You stupidly pretty green-brown eyes And as long as we’re talking about dead authors I’ll bet you my heart That every silly little letter you wrote me Has made them turn over in their graves Laughter wheezing in their salt-forsaken bones Because my sonnet, my sweetheart You are a kind of perfect that isn't confessed but admitted By the candle-light of memory And the love any of so-called-author Either written or proclaimed Has never been (Will never be) As perfect as Our kind of poetry © 2022 JasperAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJasper=^._.^= ∫, ORAboutHey there!! I'm Jasper (like the rock :) and I'm a young poet! I love writing both prose and poetry, but I'm probably only going to post poems here. I'm a hopeless romantic and I love love, so you can.. more..Writing
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