Some of these poems
were heartbeats.
Others were napkin
scribbles.
April taught me that a poem
does not have to be good
to exist
but that bringing poems
into existence
makes me
good,
makes me
God.
Some of these poems
were heartbeats.
Others were napkin
scribbles.
April taught me that a poem
does not have to be good
to exist
but that bringing poems
into existence
makes me
good,
makes me
God.
mywordpool 
God of words. God of your world.
Thank you ❤
I highly approve.
I knew you would, Joanna! This was partly inspired by you 🙂