All my own
What I must have me
the thing that seems silly
What I seek at night
which is my true delight
I cannot be without wifi
without it I will die, die
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.