Imagine a box
one with locks
Imagine you have a lot of blocks
Take all your blocks
Lock them in the box
The block that makes you rant
lock in the box so you can't
the block that makes you stand out
lock in the box so can't
You have to fit the mould
You have to squeeze and fold
until you fit that mould
Dont stand out
squeeze, bend, and fold
Until you fit that mould
YOU ARE READING
Through hell and back
PoetryThere's a tingling in my fingers. Humming in my head. a thousand ideas just waiting to be read. the page is blank, and the possibilities are endless. - Queen_of_Dead118 Hi! and welcome to my poetry book. First I'd like to dedicate this book to som...
