By Lola Martinez
Twangy guitar breeds memories that aren’t mine
But I pretend that they are
A lonely thought
Until you paint it
I suppose it’s just easy to call this thought “you”
Even though it’s
Not even me
Level headedness forbids equivalence between thought
What the hell is the difference?
Songwriting and poetry are my mediums toward understanding myself and the world around me. I throw up on a page and whatever I read back is what I’m meant to know, and to me, that’s magic. I have a YouTube channel (Lola Sings) that I post my original songs on, and I was really excited to bring this poem to the table because my poetry isn’t something that many see, unlike my music. This is a poem I wrote about art.