I thought to write about how it was “all my fault”..i mean
Had i not made those million IG post to boast
Who am I?
A quest to guess of a person if i’d guest
A personified guess
So believing “this”- deceiving thoughts of me, bereaving
These mile-stones i’ve hawked as they walked way from me–i be leaving
I believe in
A hindsight so present, depressing
A sun couldnt of come from me
I’m fresh and ripe,
Rite
I’d shone a throne
Each stone now plated to talk for me
“This” walk for me
A state -your of bones
A no thing to say, excuse -as a new way to, talk for me
Ive prone,
Thoughts that taught for me
I oughta know better, i mean how-ever
Could i have made instant of this gram that stalked for me
How clever—i bet
This time i’ll make a wish to–
No better..
–Mitchell.Tie
x met y.
Alpha’s Poetry-Notes. 