There is no way around it, I love Poetry. And with that confession comes the sighs, the giggles. whispers of my pretentious nature. But I can’t help it. I love it. I’ve loved it since I was a child. What are songs anyways, except poetry put to music? At least that’s how I feel. So I started this blog of my poetry. Not because I think I’m a great poet, but to hopefully, just maybe revive this dead language, this dead art. To begin a conversation about it’s lyricism, it’s intricacies, and of course it’s meaning.
My Dead Language
A Dead Language 