I am on a poetic spree
And I feel like climbing up a tree
Out of nowhere does it come
After all... I'm not dumb
And now I can't think of anything anymore
All my ideas have run out the door
But I keep on writing
And I can't stop biting
The French fry I hold
Ignoring the health warnings being told
Cause I think they're all pretty old
But now I am drifting off topic
But I don't even remember, what was it?
Let's just go with the flow
Why is life so slow?
And suddenly it begins to run so fast
When you want a time to last
Wow... when you are going
You just keep going
Cause there is no stopping
Unless you notice your thumbs are aching
Which aren't really
Cause I have wrote pages dearly
Or rather typed
I am making mistakes cause I feel hyped
It's time I end this poet of mine
I think I am crossing the number of lines
Ooh.. it almost didn't rhyme
Good bye to you all.. until next time..xD
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Ruins
PoetryShe's in ruins, that's how he left her... it's the question of her future... what's she gonna do... how's she gonna cope???