uneven
I am not for everyone
cut me into little pieces and I still won't be enough.
I am not for everyone
While one might think me charming another might think me ghoul.
Do you get the picture?
I am not for everyone
Maybe if you dissected my skin, teeth and bones I could be given to everyone like pieces of pie
but not everyone likes pie
I wouldn't even be a tasty pie
Its incredible to think I am any different from a tree or a rose bud with thorns
slowly dying slowly thriving
but some people hate nature
I couldn't be for them
I am not for everyone .
mr james bowness
Fri 3rd Mar 2017 08:41
good poem, and just like poetry, it's not for everyone.