Writing shit that doesn't even rhyme,
at school, a student's crime.
They want neat lines, a perfect flow,
but sometimes words just won't go.
They want rules, form, every line in place,
but my thoughts are wild, refuse to brace.
I scribble feelings, raw and free,
unravelled threads of poetry.
Sometimes broken, sometimes stark,
thoughts scrawled messy, unrefined, dark.
Not everything has a perfect beat,
some truths are jagged, incomplete.
So call it a crime, an offence to the art—
but here's to chaos, written straight from the heart.
YOU ARE READING
𝕬 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖙 𝕴𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems I've written that explore sadness, heartbreak, bittersweet moments, and romance-mostly romantic ones.
