I cant think of anything
just like how my wrist isn't full of bling
like a stranger at a party, idk what to bring
my head's like a phone that doesn't ring
when will I ever get win?
or stop being like a bird without a wing
on top a tree branch I sing
with a cell in my hands that doesn't ping
I say:
"I can't think of anything"
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Poems Penned Precisely by Me
PoetryA collection of poems or just general pieces of literature that rhyme. No theme to most of them tbh
