My Burning Desire To Stop Writing This Poem
O poem, o poem, I dont want to write you.
I wish I could burn you with a million suns,
and a million bombs, and a million explosions
and it all will go boom and a blam!
So now I am done but the question still stands:
For how long must I write thy poem,
and will I ever be done, with thy poem.
- Alexey