It's not my fault I've been so uninspired.
Things are good.
Things are fine.
I smell like lemons
but I want some wine.
My ears ache
My knees shake
My feet are restless
How much more can I take?
Can you see the sun?
It's glow is heavy
I felt its rays
through the levee.
I'll sing you a song, a song of the birds.
I'll meet you in heaven, covered in gold.
My soul to thy lord, my soul I have sold.
And when you grab hold of my hand I will be lost for words.
There's an old lady in the guidance office right now wearing all red. She looks like Christmas. I am lulzing. Oh, the lulz!
This was my failed attempt at rhyming poetry. I don't rhyme. Hell, I haven't done poetry in such a long time. Maybe, just maybe I'll get back into it one day. Maybe my brain is resting until that one day where I'll write an amazing poem and it will be published.
Things are good.
Things are fine.
I smell like lemons
but I want some wine.
My ears ache
My knees shake
My feet are restless
How much more can I take?
Can you see the sun?
It's glow is heavy
I felt its rays
through the levee.
I'll sing you a song, a song of the birds.
I'll meet you in heaven, covered in gold.
My soul to thy lord, my soul I have sold.
And when you grab hold of my hand I will be lost for words.
There's an old lady in the guidance office right now wearing all red. She looks like Christmas. I am lulzing. Oh, the lulz!
This was my failed attempt at rhyming poetry. I don't rhyme. Hell, I haven't done poetry in such a long time. Maybe, just maybe I'll get back into it one day. Maybe my brain is resting until that one day where I'll write an amazing poem and it will be published.
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