The mind goes,
And words are written.
Following no rules,
Except for its own.
Going by itself,
With no road or sign.
Having no strings,
Along with originality.
No need of the blah’s,
And the dah’s.
Poems go by themselves,
With no rules to follow.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Book
PoetrySo I made all of these poems last year. Some are dark, while others are happy. Others I can't really explain, so I guess you will need to read them. Please comments, and remember, honesty is the best policy.
