Waiting by the door
Seeing who comes down the road
My mind is something no one knows
Rotten to the core
Promise me something
When we get back home from the shore
We’ll do that thing where we did more
You’ll be queen, I’ll be king
That’s how it should go
A crack in your voice when you sing
It’s funny what emotion can bring
When you sing about hope
writing exercise
rhyming in the way of: ABBA, CAAC, BCCB