I'm stuck on the back forth
Still attached to the swing
One second I see hell
And the next birds sing
I hate the motion
Don't care how good it gets
Sure it could be a roller coaster
Either way I'd throw myself
I'm not alone
I see others swing too
But mine shall be the highest
who cares when you're a loon
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Attempts
De TodoI suck at poetry, but I've been told I'm very good at it. [Most likely depressing]
