Two Good Ones
She tries to writeBut, words won't come.Hundreds of terrible poemsAnd two good ones. This was my first paid poetry. I receive $1 from Quatrain.fish, a website that published one four line poem every day and paid the writers $1.
She tries to writeBut, words won't come.Hundreds of terrible poemsAnd two good ones. This was my first paid poetry. I receive $1 from Quatrain.fish, a website that published one four line poem every day and paid the writers $1.
From 2008 There's a certain kind of lonelinessThat comes when you're with someonewho will never leave you alone.Who follows you everywhere andclings to you like a respiratorFor the dying. It creeps into your heartAnd makes a bed to sleep in every night.It dances with your other feelingsStepping on toes, discordantRuining every song with its chantFor…