"You don't rhyme,"
he whined,
eyes narrowing to a glaring line.
"I don't try,"
I sighed,
crossing my arms against the white lie.
I like it~<3
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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