A lame brat's brag
Been long since I poured in words,
But did not come here because of it.
I am no poet,
My words are messy as I am.
But tonight, late when silence has taken in,
Words call for me,
And I honour my presence,
Albeit nothing worthwhile a poem
I think of moon subtly. I love it subtly. And I like to think it thinks of me subtly too. Most of the time. I either forget the full moon d...