I watch them perform their perfect storm of words heard by the snappiest of listeners, greeting this odd cadence with reverence there is a right way to do this and in spite of my knowing that I choose rhyme, sowing my failure into each line, fine with the results because I'm not sure I love what I'm hearing but searing in my mind is not the need for spiting this form, but a seed of love for what I'm writing.
The dark clouds In my window The bright sun Blanketing across Those dark clouds In my window Knowing what was coming Excitedly Like a child I ran outside To capture a rainbow Instead I saw Your smile... Captured I was
all the things that made me fall for you were so idiotic and dumb your idiotic smile your idiotic laugh your idiotic jokes your idiotic hair your idiotic voice your idiotic personality that was filled with so much love all of that made me fall idiotically in your arms and now that you're gone, you've left an idiotic mess behind.