I'm too small to rate their notice, not even a burnt out match. If you perchance, read this and fear that my ire is aimed at you, I'd rather incinerate than hold malice directed your way. Surely, then, this anger must run out, since it finds so few sources. It is quite renewable. I have an abundant supply quite near at hand to me. All I have to do to refill is take a look in the mirror
Gunjan Joshi
@Bibliophile · 1:11
Good evening. Silence. I wish your name was there below your username, so that I could have addressed you by your name, because it feels pretty weird to address somebody by their username. Your poem is absolutely alluring, and I'm dumbfound by the beauty of each line in it. I'm I particularly like the line when you say that all I had was anger