Please bear with me
I wish i had eternity
To write what i am feeling
The words float on the ceiling
An apple for an eye
The mem'ry is a lie
Rhymes are just too much
Heart and words have never touched
Another stanza, enter another mood
Mood is too shallow, not that good
Readers only seek writers of fame
This unfair game
Nobody uses that many blanks
For a poem, rules determine rank
Avant gardé, genius
Stupid poem, penis
Poems that hit the feels
Are written for the highest appeal
