Dear poetries,
You share my every weakening part or every deepening strength.
You know my past and present.
Thank you for sharing with me; my crying nights and bleeding days.
Thank you for being a part of some of my weeping birthdays.
To be my fragment
I thank you
To be my friend
I thank you
To keep my secrets safe
I thank you
To keep my bones sacred
I thank you
To be my hunk of fervour
I thank you
To be my superior server
I thank you
To feed my famished heart
I thank you
To pioneer my hidden spark
I thank you
To be my never seen cry
I thank you
To be my milkshake, fry
I thank you
To heal my every pain
I thank you
To steal my nighty drain
I thank you
To be a part of me
I thank you
O, my poetries
I thank you.
Poetry Pot 