Thanks guys, keep this going too, put it in your journal!
(stolen from


The Formal Letter I'm writing this poem as a formality.The Formal Letter by ~FailingMemory127
As a formal proclamation of escaping -
Secondary.
(or at least the tattered perception thereof)
L O V E is completely secondary to foodwaterair
(says the moaning critic)
L O V E, with outstretched wings and unfurled corner pieces,
is completely secondary -
To all the mundane
gasps of air that hold forgotten sighs and -
pass through our lungs each morningnightday!
To all the routine
water drips that fall like