If I were to write a poem,
It would be a fantastic piece of art,
Many people would read it and be so inspired by my work,
They would want to sit down and try to write their own.
If I were to write a poem,
It would have all the fundamentals of a masterpiece,
A beginning, middle, and end, but of course with a great climax as well.
If I were to write a poem,
Terms like marvelous, exquisite or profound would be used to describe it,
No one is sure why it is so good, but who knows why people like the things they do.
If I were to write a poem,
The Queen of England would bow down to its greatness,
And because this poem is so good,
My teacher would give me an A+.
I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
I wake up every day with your smile on my mind.
It's a beautiful sight to behold, so soft
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
Two old friends met on the street,
Hadn't talked in many a year;
"How's your fami
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Look at the stars tonight
As we see the same light
And in that moment
It
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
