Bottle Caps And Belly Button Lint
You collect old bottle caps
and belly button lint.
I don't find you strange;
I find you endearing.
And maybe it's because
we're both locked up
on the top floor of a
mental hospital.
And you're the
only other person
I have to talk to.
Yeah,
that has to
be it.
Copyright © Alijah Rivers | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment