the keys feel like heavy stones as inside my head is full of groans.
I don`t know what to write.
My skin crawls and all I cane see is walls, blocking the gate of what my creativity can make,
I don`t know what to write,
Now look, I have found something to write, and my imagination flies like a kite.
I don't know what to write.
And now it is the end and this poem has been condemned. I didn't know what to write.
I really liked your slice, you did great rhyming and stuff.... :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) - sofie
ReplyDeleteFun how you used the repeating line to give your poem structure, while you somehow figured out what to write.
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